Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

I’m about to burst at the seams and I can’t even explain it to myself.

Or maybe I can.

It’s not that complicated.

I’m crazy about him.

And I’m painfully jealous of the hold Penny still has on him.

He opens my door and offers his hand.

I undo my seatbelt, grab my purse, and take it.

“Thanks.” He nods to the driver.

The drivers returns the gesture. He says something, but I haven’t got a clue what it is.

My nails scrape Ryan’s fingertips as my feet hit the pavement.

He slides his arm around my waist as he walks me to the sidewalk, up the stairs, all the way to my apartment.

I press my back against the door.

“Leigh.” His fingers skim my shoulder. “What the fuck is wrong?”

I shake my head.

“Talk to me.”

“You pushed me away.”

“You were trying to give me a lap dance.”

I blink back a tear. “Exactly.”

“What the fuck?”

I unzip my purse. Fumble for my keys.

“You’re in love with someone else.”

“No, I’m not.”

His blue eyes bore into mine. “Then why does Dean—”

“It’s not Dean.” There. I wrap my fingers around my key.

His brow knits with frustration. “Who the fuck is it?”

“How can you not see this?”

“You know anything about me?” That same frustration drips into his voice. “I can’t see shit.”

“This has nothing to do with Penny.”

“Doesn’t it?”

“You still love her.”