“Bristol,” I say softly, not meeting his eyes. But I don’t need to see him to hear his scoff. “Guess you’ve finally decided she’s worth more than just a lay, yeah?” “It’s never been like that,” I say, but it comes out way too defensive to be anything close to the truth. He snorts. “Who are you trying to convince here, Pen? Me or yourself?” Not bothering to stick around for an answer we both know already, he turns and leaves for the living room.
