He can’t have known I was coming here with Craig. I didn’t even know where Craig was taking me. So unless he followed us here, running into him like this is another damn coincidence.
Theo jerks his chin at me, like What about you?
“I’m having dinner with Craig Kennedy.”
The curl of his upper lip is subtle but unmistakable. It has the unexpected effect of pissing me off.
I shove away from the wall and grab my purse from the floor. When I straighten, I blast Theo with a glare. “Oh, the guy who faked being sick to avoid me doesn’t like that I’m on a date? That’s classic. You were right, Theo. You are f****d up.”
I try to brush past him and go back to the table, but before I can take three steps, he grabs me by the arms and spins me around. He pushes me against the wall in the small corri
