Bait & Switch (Alphas Undone #1)(35)

Daniella sat down at the dining table, eyeing the full pan in my hand. “Yep.”

Damn, this was awkward. Knowing I needed to forge ahead, I served up two heaping plates and two mugs of coffee, then sat across from her. Sutton lay down on my foot? poised to snatch up any more scraps.

“Listen,” I began, not really knowing how to end. “Last night was . . .”

Daniella stared down into her mug, stirring cream into her coffee. “You weren’t into it.”

Automatically, I shook my head, but my denial caught in my throat. I’d never once lied to her, and I wasn’t about to start now.

“It wasn’t just that. Things have been . . . weird lately. And then last night, finding you in your room like that . . .” I had to drag every word out of my throat.

Fuck.

Her hazel eyes met mine as she waited for me to continue, waited to understand what could possibly be going on with me that I didn’t want to f*ck a primed, ready, and willing woman.

I cleared my throat. “Lacey ended up stopping by, and she saw us from the doorway.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.”

I nodded. “I’m sorry.”

The apology felt insincere, but then again, I hadn’t planned on last night’s scene with Daniella. The door being unlocked wasn’t really anyone’s fault. Or maybe I wasn’t ready to face the fact that the two women in my life were colliding in a way I’d never planned on.

So I left it at that. I couldn’t understand my own feelings, let alone explain this crisis to anyone else. I just stuffed a forkful of scrambled eggs into my mouth. I could hear Sutton wheezing slightly in the silence.

Daniella poured a ribbon of ketchup over her hash browns, watching the red dribble with exaggerated care, keeping her gaze downcast. “Yeah, last night I could tell . . . you weren’t just not into the scene. You weren’t into me.”

Ouch. I almost winced. Not “you weren’t into the scene,” but “you weren’t into me.” And no soothing noises like “but it’s okay, I understand” to soften the blow.

We’d always been pretty blunt with each other, so I knew she wasn’t trying to guilt-trip me, just stating the facts. I usually found her straightforwardness refreshing. And it would be shitty to expect Daniella to reassure me about hurting her feelings, anyway.

But her words couldn’t help but sting. It was hard not to notice the chill in the air, the too-long pauses, the stiff, rehearsed way she sipped her coffee. As if our whole conversation was a bad movie.

“Yeah,” I finally admitted. “I wasn’t. Things have been kind of f*cked lately.” Understatement. Things were totally FUBAR.

She nodded. “I noticed.”

Did I hear a note of sadness in her voice? Or was it anger?

Desperate to get the hell away from this topic, I added, “Anyway, I went and talked to Lacey after she left. She’s not upset anymore.” Fuck, that sounded bad. I wet my lips. “I mean, I don’t think she was ever really upset. Just . . . startled.”

Daniella smiled with obvious relief. It was small and a little wan, but it was the most genuine expression I’d seen on her face in a while. “Good to know we didn’t traumatize her.”

Reaching down to rub Sutton’s back, I considered going into more detail about last night. But the thought of sharing such an intimate conversation . . . I really didn’t want to. It felt wrong, damaging, like the things I’d revealed to Lacey would wither in the light of day. But my private talk with her still felt like another secret I was keeping from Daniella. Yet another brick in the growing wall between us.

In uncomfortable silence, we finished the last of our breakfast, facing each other across an invisible divide.

After breakfast, Daniella cleaned the dishes while I grabbed my laptop and headed into the office, needing to escape the weird vibe in our house.

? ? ?

Later that afternoon, Lacey invited me over for a drink. I want to talk to you, her short text had said.

A message like that was never good news. With every step from my truck to her apartment, my foreboding deepened. But when Lacey opened her door, still dressed in workout clothes from her run, I started to relax. She was so down to earth and easy to be around, it calmed me.

After a brief hello, she gestured to the couch. I sat down and she went to the kitchen to pour our drinks. She came back with a glass of lemon iced tea for herself and a tumbler of whiskey for me.

I took a sip; it was perfect, with just enough water to bring out the whiskey’s full flavor. She hadn’t struck me as a hard-liquor fan, so she must have bought a bottle just for me. And she remembered exactly how I liked it.

“How are you?” Lacey asked, her blue eyes bright and fixed on me.

Trying to keep my balance in an earthquake. “I’m fine. Are you still okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I’m sorry I got so mad last night. I guess I just . . . I felt too much, and it surprised me. Everything all came out in the worst way.”

I reached out, wanting to take her hand and soothe her guilt. But she wasn’t finished.

Looking down at her cup, she bit her lip. “Seeing you like that made me realize something.”

Shit. I knew what she was about to say. The heavy atmosphere felt dark and inescapable.

“At first, I thought I could do this . . .” Lacey waved her hand, distressed, searching for the right words. “Sharing you with someone else. But it turns out I can’t.”