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hiss with a glance at Hunter.
    â€œMeans what I said.”
    â€œI was kissing him.”
    His face darkens. “Yeah, I saw that,” he mutters.
    â€œSo, you don’t care?”
    Shut up, Allison. Shut up . You don’t care .
    â€œI don’t like it, but you’re going to do what you want.”
    I glance toward the kitchen to see if Rory’s heard the argument, then turn back to Dave. “That’s right. I’ll do what I want.”
    I heave myself up, ready to flounce away, when Dave murmurs, “I will, too.”
    I round on him. “You will, what? You’re going to cheat on me?”
    â€œCan I cheat? Are we together?”
    Goddamnit! Why does he always do this to me? I get all confused and turned around when I talk to him. “You know what I mean!” I finally shout.
    Hunter cringes. “You’re not going to throw anything, are you?”
    I ignore him. On the couch, Dave spreads his arms over the back and levels his gaze on me. “Maybe I am drunk, because I’m not following you.”
    â€œForget it. Why are you even here? You don’t like me.”
    â€œWhy do you say that?” Dave rests an ankle on his knee,appearing even more relaxed than ever. Meanwhile, I’m as tight as an arrangement by Count Basie.
    â€œYou know why.” I turn away from him, intending to join Rory in the kitchen, but she’s standing frozen in the doorway, watching the battle.
    â€œIs all this because I wouldn’t sleep with you?”
    My jaw drops, and if I were a cartoon, the top of my head would come off and steam would shoot out. Rory’s hands fly to her mouth to stifle a gasp and Hunter’s lips form an O.
    I round on Dave. “Please. I wouldn’t sleep with you if—”
    â€œI was the last man on earth. Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.”
    â€œThen you should know this one, too. Fuck you.” I stomp down Rory’s hallway toward the bathroom. I’m perilously close to tears, but no one needs to know that if I can get the door closed before I start crying. I’m almost there when Dave’s hand snatches my wrist and he pulls me into Rory’s bedroom and shuts the door.
    â€œWhat are you doing? Get out of the way.” I try to push past him to open the door, but he takes my shoulders and backs me against the wall. Despite the fact that I hate him, I’m breathing hard and the look in his eyes is making me very, very warm.
    We stare at each other, then he says, “So you think because I wouldn’t sleep with you that means I don’t like you?”
    â€œI never said that.” I try to think of some biting remark, but a traitorous tear slips free instead.
    Dave catches it with a finger. “Are you crying?”
    â€œNo.” I sniffle, and three more tears make their getaway. Dave shakes his head. He must have sisters because he’s not freaked out by tears like most guys are.
    â€œRed, have you ever considered that maybe I didn’t sleep with you because I like you?”
    â€œMy name is Allison.”
    â€œAllison,” he murmurs and traces a finger along my cheek.
    â€œThat doesn’t make any sense. If you liked me—”
    â€œI would have fucked you?” His voice is hard, but his touch is gentle when he runs his hand through my hair to cup the back of my head. “If that was all I wanted from you, I would have taken it. On our first date.”
    I snort. “Please.”
    He raises an eyebrow, and I shut up. After all, I’m standing here, shoved up against the wall, his arms around me, and his leg parting my thighs. Now isn’t the best time to argue the point. “So what do you want?” I ask, then shiver at the way his eyes darken to goldenrod.
    â€œI don’t know yet.”
    I shake my head. “Then just forget the whole thing.”
    â€œI don’t think so.”
    Jerk. Who is he to tell me when