Page 71 of The Perfect Wrong

But is he right?

I was getting too attached, no question.

Even now, I can’t stop thinking about him, ever since Marnie opened her big fat judgy mouth.

But what are friends for?

My hand floats over his contact in my phone, a few taps away from pathetically asking for a truce.

Yeah, no.

I can’t.

I won’t.

I don’t go chasing after men with major damage—however justified—much less a swinging dick so full of himself his weird moral code threw my virginity back in my face in the coldest way.

God.

That Vegas escape can’t come fast enough, even if I’ve made peace with going alone.

I start throwing together my bags that night, ready for my flight Friday morning.

I’m about to wash up and check everything over one more time when I hear two men laughing, coming up the stairs.

Are the cleaners just being loud tonight?

That’s not like them.

I stick my head out of my room and my jaw drops.

Dad and Chris are shoulder to shoulder, together, smiling at each other like they’re old drinking buddies.

What the hell is going on?

Stepping out into the hall, Dad looks up, notices me, and smiles. “There’s my girl! I’m glad you’re still awake, Cordelia, I have something I’d like to run by you...”

Chris’ eyes light up with green sorcery when he sees me.

If I’m supposed to despise him, the butterflies tickling my belly never got the message.

He stops and stares, taking me in like we haven’t seen each other for months.

I’m stumped.

His dragon green eyes make me feel...some kind of way I can’t put into words. Or maybe I just don’t want to.

He makes me feel too many things.

“What? What’s going on?” I whisper, bracing myself for another bizarre gut punch.

“Chris has the week off from work and he’s looking for a reset. You told me your friend Marnie couldn’t make it to Las Vegas, so I thought perhaps he should tag along and keep you out of trouble.” Dad slaps Chris on the shoulder with a smile that has me stunned.

The world crumbles under me.

Gutted is an understatement.

I shoot the asshat a sharp look, my eyes turning into slits as I cock my head.