“You’re too young. You dated my brother. I married your best friend. And your mom is my boss.” She shook her head slowly. “Those are excuses. Not reasons. I’m done being rejected. Maybe you’re too thick-headed to understand how I feel about you. How we would be together. Or maybe you’re just a big, muscly chickenshit. Either way, I deserve someone I don’t have to beg into my bed. Someone I don’t have to convince to love me. I’m done waiting on you, Brick.”
