An Ex for Christmas (Love Unexpectedly 5)

I frown. “Where’s your jacket?”

He comes to a stop in front of me but doesn’t answer my question. “Hugh said you seemed upset.”

“Just a headache. Drank my wine too fast.”

He reaches out for the keys in my hand. “Then you shouldn’t drive.”

I pull my hand back before he can make contact. “I’m fine.”

He frowns and studies me. “You don’t seem fine.”

“How would you know? I haven’t seen you all day or night.”

His frown deepens. “I’ve been working.”

“Which is why you should get back to it,” I say, waving toward the restaurant. “I’ll text you to let you know I got home safely.”

I reach for the door handle, but he grabs my wrist. “Hey. I may not be Mr. Sensitive, but I know when my best friend’s upset.”

“Oh, am I your best friend?” I ask, temper snapping a little bit. “I wasn’t sure. Thought maybe it might be Erika.”

“What—”

“You told her,” I say, pushing at his shoulder.

He doesn’t so much as rock back an inch. “Told her what?”

“About my ex plan…thing.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Sure,” I say with a scoff. “I’m sure she has the Sight, too, and just knew to give me the card of her private investigator cousin so I could find Colin and Adam.”

“I didn’t have anything to do with it,” he insists. His voice is so calm, so confident.

And yet I only told him. He’s the only one—

Oh.

Ohhhh.

I keep from groaning out loud. Barely.

Ivy. I told Ivy. And Ivy and Erika are friends—not best friends, but they were on the soccer team together in school, and still hang out from time to time.

Ivy will keep a secret if I ask her to, but I hadn’t asked her to. And Ivy’s a talker if not explicitly told not to.

“Well, you still kissed her,” I say, feeling the childish need to accuse Mark of something.

Mark frowns, looking completely confused. I can’t blame him. I’m barely following my own conversation.

“Never mind,” I say with a quick shake of my head. “I’m going to go now, and I promise when I see you tomorrow I’ll be less mad at

you, ’k?”

“No, not okay. Why are you mad at me in the first place? Is it because you think I told her about your list, or because I kissed her?”

“Both!” I shout, my thumping heart and the fact that he looks so good making me reckless. “It’s a little bit of both, okay? And I know that’s not reasonable, which is why I’m begging you to just let me go home and sort out my own brain.”