Re: Under the Gazebo
"His name is Chris, and he's in town on business, and we met when I was grabbing coffee one day. And we're friends. Not that I have explain all that to you. I know a lot of people. It's what I do. You aren't going to recognize every single fucking person I'm with." If glares could burn holes, MK would certainly sear Adam with her fierce gaze. "I'll bring Hank in it if I want to. He certainly fucking loves to get involved with us anyway."
Her face flickered with confusion, and she shook her head again. "What?" she asked, voice a little shrill and child-like with hurt. "I didn't say I was unhappy! I never said that. Again, you said you can't trust me. I don't-- I don't want Simon or Chris. They don't know me like you do." She couldn't see where she had gone wrong, not really. Okay, maybe dinner with some other guy was bad, but she and Chris were friends. She risked another step and fought the urge to reach out to touch him, even as her fingers twitched in betrayal.