Chapter 44 Come Sit Here (2)

• Waylen touched my wrist. “Beth, what is it?” He spun me around, softly grasping my jaw. A moan stopped in my throat. Something about Waylen’s touch made me weak in the knees. I felt eyes on me. I had caught Ian’s attention. But that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to hurt him. Maybe smash his head with that box of pizza. “Beth?”
• “Nothing.” But my gaze darted to Ian’s table. Waylen tried to follow my line of sight, but I grabbed his bicep. “Don’t look, please.”
• “Tell me what’s wrong,” he demanded. I gulped hard. It wasn’t only a pair of eyes on us now. It was two. I wanted to see that bitch’s face. Was she as pretty as in her pictures? Ian was an idiot, anyway. Why should I care about him? Good riddance, but I couldn’t shake off the need to hurt him. My boss’ breath warmed my face. “Right now.”