Chapter 150

Hannah tightened her grip on Noah’s arm, her nails digging slightly into his flesh as she yanked him toward her. He stumbled, an irritated frown furrowing his brow as he turned. “What the hell is your problem?” he snapped, trying to free his arm.

With a huff, she maintained her grip and led him to a secluded spot behind a nearby food truck, its doors and windows shut, the interior dark. Pressing them against the cold metal, she whirled to face him, leveling him with a withering glare.

“You want to know what my problem is?” she echoed, arching an eyebrow. “Why don’t you tell me what your problem is, Noah? Why are you really here with Zoe?”

He opened his mouth, but she cut him off with a harsh laugh and a dismissive wave. Noticing onlookers, she quickly softened her expression, offering a false smile and stroking his arm to appear intimate. Noah mirrored her actions.

“Actually, let me guess,” she said sarcastically. “You felt bad for Zoe, so you decided to take her out? Did you come here knowing I’d be here too?” She scoffed, looking away. “As if you haven’t already twisted the knife enough.”

A muscle twitched in Noah’s jaw, but he didn’t deny it—of course not. He’d always been Zoe’s white knight, rushing to her rescue. Even after her nasty fall, he’d gone to Zoe. Slept in her bed.

“Maybe I did want to make her feel better,” he growled, his gritted teeth barely concealing a smile. “You’ve been out with her ex-husband. She’s already going through enough, and now you’re adding salt to the wound.”

“Drake and I are just friends,” Hannah huffed, trailing her fingers up his chest, noting his shudder. “We have no interest in each other, never have, never will.”

Noah narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, well, Zoe doesn’t know that.”

A growl rumbled in Hannah’s throat. “Why do you care what she thinks?”

“Because,” Noah said, “she’s my… friend.”

“Friend.” She scoffed. “You always put her first. Did it ever occur to you that if you’d offered to take me out, I wouldn’t have gone out with Drake?”

Noah bristled, his nostrils flaring. He leaned over her, pressing his hand against the metal above her head, trapping her between him and the truck. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.

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“That’s not true, and you know it,” he whispered. “I’ve been supportive of your recovery, Hannah. I’ve been there for you every step of the way, whether you realize it or not.”

“Oh, like feeding me a casserole once is ‘supportive of my recovery’?” she said, shivering slightly under his touch. “Viona’s the one taking me to my support group. You haven’t even checked on me at home—hell, you left me alone with stitches in my f***ing head after that fall, and I’m—”

Suddenly, her mouth snapped shut. She’d almost revealed her pregnancy. Goddess, how long could she keep up this lie?