Chapter 30: A Promise
Matthew
I don’t like this guy.
I decide that immediately as I watch Josh flirt with Sarah.
Yes, flirting. I don’t care if Sarah says he is just her childhood friend. That guy has been flirting with her, it’s clear as day.
The way he leans in when he speaks to her, the little smirk that never quite leaves his face, the way his eyes linger a second too long—he’s testing me. Pushing to see how far he can go before I snap.
And I’m close.
I grip my fork so tightly I swear I hear it creak. Sarah, completely oblivious, laughs at something he says. My jaw tightens. She hasn’t laughed like that all evening.
Since we got married, in fact. Well...I do have everything to do with that.
Josh leans back, looking far too comfortable. "Man, Sarah, I still can’t believe you’re married. Feels like just yesterday we were sneaking out past curfew, getting into all kinds of trouble."
She shakes her head, smiling. "We didn’t get into that much trouble."
Josh grins. "Speak for yourself. I distinctly remember you convincing me to break into that old theater downtown. We almost got arrested, remember?"