Andi King didn't know how to play nice, because quite frankly, she didn't like people. She was a loner and that was how she liked it. Especially with a sadistic demon dead set on destroying her and anyone she got close to.
But that all changes when...
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"Can I get another coffee, please?" I asked the waitress as she set my burger down on the table. I stared down at the heaping mess of grease and smiled as she poured the start of my third pot of coffee.
I pushed away the stacks of papers and closed my journal, and settled back in to the booth nestled away in the quiet corner of the diner. It was the perfect end to a long day. Or at least I thought it was until the bells on the door jingle and I watched Dean and Cassie walk through the doors together.
They didn't see me at first, but it didn't take long for Dean's gaze to meet mine. I tried to smile as Cassie's followed, but his eyes narrowed and my chest tightened. There was so much to say about the nothingness between us. About that numbing spark every time our eyes lock. About the ghostly pinch of his hands against my hips. But there was beautiful woman clutching his arm and the swollen reminder of his father on my cheek. Ignoring the static, I turned away and shoveled fries into my mouth as I tried to dive back into the papers in front. Hoping they would sit somewhere else, but knowing damn well that they wouldn't.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Cassie patted his shoulder and walked in the opposite direction. He nodded in my direction, and the tension that I thought I had finally escaped returned as he slid into the booth in front of me.
"Hungry?" I asked, tipping my basket of fries at him. His jaw clenched. "Or not."
"You said you weren't coming."
I cocked my head. "I'm pretty sure I didn't say that." Dean scoffed. "I told you I would catch up."
"Two days ago."
I set the paper down on the table and sighed before looking up at him. His green eyes were tired and narrowed. He watched my every move as I bit into my mess of a burger. "What have you been doing?"
"I had things to do," I said casually, not looking up.
"I called you."
"Okay?" I still didn't look up. I knew if I did, I'd do something stupid like apologize or tell him exactly what things I had to do.
"Some guy answered it." There was venom in his voice, and I finally snapped my eyes up at him. He looked like he was ready to throttle me and I wasn't sure why that made my stomach flip. "So tell me again what kind of things you had to take care of."
My lip pulled between my teeth and I crossed my hands slowly on top of the table. "First of all, I don't have to tell you shit about shit," I said calmly. "And second, I tossed my phone in a dumpster outside of Duluth. So, whatever conclusion you came to after the riveting chat you had with the garbage man, is on you. I told you I was coming."
My stomach turned. I was lying through my teeth and making him feel like a fool because of it. I never had any intentions of coming back after what went down with John, and even though I really did dump my phone, it was only because I was cutting ties with them.
