Free Saved (Tempted #2) by Heather Doltrice Page B

and I wasn’t up for that.
    Just as my foot hit the first stone step I felt a hand grab my arm.
    “Why are you driving so fast? You’re going to get yourself killed,” West said, pulling me into him.
    “You don’t get care about me! You’re not my boyfriend and let me go, you wouldn’t want your date to see,” I told him trying to pull my arm out of his hold.
    “What date? What are you talking about?” he asked, confused.
    “Whoever was in your car with you? Which one is it today?”
    “My date today is someone you know well,” he told me, trying to hide his smile.
    “Marilyn?”
    “No, Ethan,” he said, pointing behind him, “Hottest date in town, right?”
    Looking past West I saw Ethan talking to Roman and Emma by Roman’s car.
    That was embarrassing.
    “You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” he told me, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.
    “You can’t break up me and avoid me for two weeks, and then decide you want me again,” I told him, pulling away, “And I’m not jealous. I could care less what you do.”
    Looking at our friends, I ran inside of the church and slipped in an empty pew. My parents were a few rows ahead of me. But I didn’t want to have to explain what was wrong to them.
    Bowing my head to pray, I felt someone slide in next to me. Looking up I saw West looking right at me. All of our friends filed in after him. Great.
    They were trapping me and they were all on his side.
    Traitors.
    “Angel?” he said, barely whispering.
    He was back to wanting me.
    But I had news for him, if he wanted me this time he was going to have to fight for me.
    I want blood, sweat, and tears.
    “That’s not my name,” I whispered back, trying my best to look mad.
    I could look at his face and never get tired of it. Ever.
    “That’s what you are to me. Always will be,” he said, turning his whole body to face me, “Can we talk at breakfast?”
    That was why Emma called me for breakfast. She was supposed to be my best friend. The Meredith to my Christina. The Sam to my Dean. The Ana to my Kate. But she was on his side. It was supposed to be hoes before bros.
    Guess not.
    “No, I’m not going.”
    “Yes, you are,” he said before turning his attention to Roman.
    He couldn’t tell me where I was going, I was my own woman.
    After church ended, guess where I found myself? Riding shotgun in my own jeep. And just to top it off West was driving me to the diner.
    “They can arrest you for this, ya know,” I told him, looking at him
    “For what? Buying you French toast? I highly doubt it.”
    “No, I meant kidnapping and you’re not buying me anything,” I told him, folding my arms over my chest.
    “Please quit pushing your boobs up like that. It makes me want to reach out and touch them,” he said, squirming in his seat.
    “Pervert,” I said, dropping my arms.
    “Only for you.”
    Rolling my eyes, I saw that we were pulling in a parking space. As soon as he came to a complete stop I hopped out and started walking toward the diner.
    “Wait on me!” I heard West yell behind me.
    That only made me walk faster. I couldn’t let myself get sucked back in only to get my heart broken again.
    Walking in, I saw our friends sitting at one of the booths. Rushing over, I made it to the table before West made it in the diner.
    “Hey, Ethan, can I set between you and Grace?”
    He looked at me and smiled.
    “No can do, Mad-dog,” he said, looking at the door.
    Turning to face the entrance, I saw West enter the restaurant.
    “Well, look at that. There’s two seats left and as luck would have it their side by side,” he said, sliding in the round booth.
    I had two choices, slide in after him and make the most of my morning. Or run and let him take my friends just like he’d taken everything else.
    So, I slid in next to him.
    “Did you guys hear about Preston?” Grace asked, sipping her coffee.
    I had forgotten all about Preston. I felt bad for a minute.
    But only for a minute.
    “No,