She’s funny.
And strong.
And won’t take my shit.
Mina doesn’t like me. And she has every right not to. I’ve been rude. And selfish. And impulsive.
Hell, I don’t want to like her.
But part of me does.
And that is a big ass problem.
When people like Mina look at me, they see an opportunity. Not a human being with hopes and dreams and feelings.
And because Blossom opened my eyes to that truth, I’ve wrapped myself in barbed wire, frozen like that damn picture Mina included in her mood board this afternoon. I’m not supposed to like being seen or understood. I’m not supposed to let Mina’s smile lower my guard.
This is a woman who would do anything for money, including pretend to date a man she thinks is an evil, villainous, Prince of Darkness. Her old car and worn clothes tell me she’s hurting for money, and me? I’m a fucking bank.
How can I believe anything she says or does around me is real?
I can’t. Simple as that.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Mina says as I pull to a stop beside her car. Streetlamps illuminate the parking lot, light diffused by humidity tumbling through the window to brighten her face. “Having second thoughts about this whole fake relationship thing?”
Her tepid smile tells me she definitely is.
“Something like that.” I roll my lips together and stare out the windshield, watching bugs flit around the streetlights.
“If this is a bad idea, we could end our little experiment and no one would think twice.”
“No.” I speak too quickly. Too sharply. My voice is intense. Mina’s gaze darts my way and she frowns, then holds up her hands.
“Fine. Fine. No worries. I said I’d do a thing, so I’ll do the thing. I’m just getting weird signals from you and honestly, this whole day’s got me wondering if I should be looking for hidden cameras or something.” She finishes the sentence with a shrug and silence charges the atmosphere of the car.
My jaw pulses in frustration. With myself. With her. With everything that’s happened in the last several months. She’s waiting for me to explain my strange behavior. Hell, I’m waiting for me to explain my strange behavior.
“I’ve had a lot to drink,” I finally say, even though we both know I was perfectly sober before I got behind the wheel.
Mina lifts her chin like she’s assessing the statement, then shakes her head and lets it pass. Now it’s her turn to watch the bugs dancing under the streetlights.
“Maybe that explains it.”
She doesn’t sound convinced. Her brows furrow as she sighs deeply.
“I know it’s none of my business—”
I snort. “But you’re going to make it your business anyway?”
She huffs a sigh and shakes her head. “…but whatever you’re trying to run from isn’t going away on its own. You’re not letting yourself feel whatever it is, which means you’re not processing, so it’s just sitting in there, festering. It’s only going to get worse.”
Scowling, I glare out the window. “Who says I’m running from something?”
“Maybe you’re not, but after watching you with your family, something tells me you are. And call me crazy, but I hate to watch anyone self-destruct. Even The Prince of Darkness.” She offers the name with a smile. Not a barb, but a friendly jab.
I swipe a hand down my face. “I’m not self-destructing.”
And I’m tired of people saying I am. I’m setting boundaries and making sure they don’t get crossed. I’m doubling down on doing good work for people who deserve it. Feels more like self-preservation to me.
“All right, then.” Mina gives me one of those looks you save for awkward situations with people you don’t want to offend. “I think it’s probably time to call it a night.”
“You’re probably right.” I grip the steering wheel and sigh.
Mina puts a hand on my arm, and that jolt of what-the-holy-fuck stops me in my tracks. “Think about what I said,” she says, her voice soft. “I think there’s more to you than smirks and snark and all this villain era BS. I think maybe you’re working through something and, well, you don’t have to work through it alone.”
I start to thank her, but I’ve already blurred my boundaries too much tonight. I close my eyes and clear my throat instead.
“I can take care of myself,” I growl.
With a sad shake of her head, Mina blows a puff of air past her lips. “Says the man who paid his interior designer to go to his birthday party rather than deal with whatever’s going on in his life.”
Her eyes flash and she shoots me a grin that says, “So there.”
I put in a request for a scathing comeback that my brain completely ignores, so after a few silent seconds, I guide her back to her car, leaning down before I close the door. “Good night, Hot Mess.”
“If you say so, Sweet Prince.” Mina lifts her hands and waves as she pulls out of the spot. I return the gesture as her words replay in my mind.
…you don’t have to work through it alone.
As much as I’d like that to be true, tonight has shown me one thing for sure:
I can’t trust myself around Mina Blake.
FOURTEEN
Mina
“Oh my God, Fallon. You'll never believe how awful tonight was.” Perched on the edge of my best friend’s couch and still wearing my red dress, I drop my head into my hands, then spread my fingers to peep at my friend’s reaction.
“I've got a huge case of déjà vu.” Fallon sits beside me, hair up, PJs on. We look just as mismatched as I did with Nathan at the party. Well. Not just Nathan. His entire family was significantly more casual than I expected. I stuck out like a sore thumb. A bright red, very sore thumb. Which was only the beginning of my humiliation.
“How can you have an awful night when you look that good?” Fallon frowns. “And how is it that you look that good and I don’t know why?”
Everything happened so fast today, I didn’t call her after lunch to tell her about my new fake relationship. She’d make a bigger deal out of it than it is, maybe try to talk me out of it, or maybe I was just embarrassed by the whole thing. Even now, I’m a tad hesitant to fill her in, and that doesn’t seem right. Maybe it’s because I know how she feels about him. Whatever it is, it’s time to get over it.
“I was with Nathan…” I begin, but the rest of the sentence sticks in my throat.
“Nathan? As in Nathan West? You look like that because of Nathan West?” Fallon waves her hand over my face and body, looking intrigued.
