“I thought it would make him ease off,” I tried. “When I told Scott about us? I thought it would make it easier for you, because he’d know he wasn’t really winning. I don’t know why he’s still acting like a jerk.” And I didn’t know why Toby was letting it get to him. “Has it occurred to you that maybe he’s not acting like a jerk? Maybe he’s just displaying his natural character?” “Toby, I told you—I’ve really gotten to know him lately, and he’s not a bad guy. The two of you are like little kids or something, but when he’s not around you? When it’s just him and me, it’s—” “No,” he said, his voice too loud for the small car. He took a deep breath and was a bit more controlled when he said. “No, sorry. I don’t really want to hear about your alone time with Scott. Okay?” “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant—” What? What the hell had I meant?
