Chapter Twelve
In the next two days, Pierre calls and three times I refuse to answer the phone. The fourth time, I actually listen to his message as he’s speaking it.
“Quit stalling, Hayley. I have a hell of a lot more reasons to end this relationship than you do…”
Actually hearing his voice, I suddenly pounce on the phone. “Like hell you do!” I come right back. “You’re as traitorous as I am.”
Silence follows; I guess I stunned him. “Traitorous, really? You’re talking about last week. I thought I explained that—I was taking a necessary break to clear out a few things.”
“Yes, and run around on me at the same time, you ass! You’re as fickle as the next guy, Pierre Dysart! So, you can quit putting up this ‘holier than thou’ front, like you know everything, and are always right, as if y
