That alone should hold my attention, but I can’t concentrate on the most recent episode of Outlander. All I can think about is how it’s been more than a week since I’ve heard from Daniel and how it’s pissing me off. I texted him once. He never texted me back. I’m not surprised. I knew this was coming as soon as Chance called him dada. It was written all over his face. It scared the shit out of him and threw him right back into that default mode Blanca talked about. He’d tried to cover it well, but the fear was so obvious. The next morning, I saw his picture online. He and his teammates were coming out of some strip club at four in the morning. There’s no way to convince me they went to Purple Palace to have a team meeting. So not only did he get freaked out, he lied to me, and immediately ran to the safety of other women. Distant women. Women whose names he will never know, and he doesn’t have to worry about getting close to. Pissed off doesn’t even begin to cover the amount of anger I feel.
