“You can’t blame her for trying, at least she’s motivated,” he said and walked me to the van. “Motivated to sneak around and lie,” I replied curtly. “That’s not exactly the kind of behavior I’m encouraging, you know.” “I know,” Caleb said and stood in the open door as I pulled the seatbelt across my chest. “Speaking of bad behavior, I feel like we need to talk about…you know.” “No need, I know where we stand,” I said in a voice that was a little too cheerful. “You do?” he asked with surprise. “’Cause damn, Brooke, I don’t.” “You know what Caleb?” I said, surprising myself with the force of my words. “What’s that?” “I’m done with this back and forth. It’s ridiculous. Figure yourself out or leave me alone.” With that I pulled the door hard and gave him the hint.
