She was beyond pissed, and he didn’t blame her. But he was pissed, too. “So that was good old Gordon,” he murmured. His stomach knotted—like it had when he’d glanced over and seen her all dressed up sitting with another man. “Who was your date?” she asked as she shoved him up against the side of her car. She pulled open the passenger’s door and pushed him into the seat a little roughly. “You didn’t recognize her?” She stared down at him. “Do I know her?” “She used to live in Northern Lakes,” he said. Serena must not have cared that much because she didn’t ask him any more questions. She just slammed the passenger’s door and headed around the front of the car to the driver’s side. When she moved to jam the keys in the ignition, he caught her hand. “She wasn’t my date,”
