She smiles sadly. “I think being bad would be easier.”
“Why is that?”
“At least I would know what to expect from people.”
I frown as I watch her. What’s happened to make her like this? My mind immediately goes to the night where we found her at the nightclub and the tears that were streaming down her face as she stumbled out that back ally way door.
“What do you mean by that?” I ask.
“Well…” She hesitates as she articulates her thoughts. “If I expect the worst then I will never be disappointed.”
I raise a brow in question. “The worst?”
“Lies.” She stands and picks up a towel from the floor.
I lean up onto my elbow as I watch her. “People lie to you?” I ask.
“Everyone,” she murmurs as she disappears into the bathroom to discard the towel.
“That’s not true. I never have,” I call.
She reappears and leans on the door jamb and smirks. “Yes. You have.”
“When?”
“When you told me your name was Mac.”
I raise my eyebrows. How does she know my name isn’t Mac? “I never introduced myself to you, and why do you think my name isn’t Mac?”
“Is it?” She smiles sexily with a raised brow.
I smirk and shake my head. “No.”
“Thought not.” She bends and picks up my clothes on the floor and starts to rearrange them.
“Can you just stop cleaning and come and talk to me for a moment?”
“Nothing to talk about. You either want to help me, or you don’t.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I will be crippled by student loans and dealing with a jerk of an ex-boyfriend.”
A smile that I am unable to hide crosses my face.
“Why are you smiling?” she asks.
“So, you do have an ex?”
“Yes.” She smirks. “And this is funny because?”
I widen my eyes. “Key word ex. You’re a free agent.”
She looks at me deadpan. “Yes, free except for the small kidnapping being kept against my will by you part.”
I smile broadly. “Minor detail. Tell me something.”
Her eyes meet mine and I can tell she’s fighting a smile.