She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out the door. She was pissed, and hurt, but she was focusing on the pissed part so she didn’t fall apart. At least not until she was far enough away that they wouldn’t see her.
Not that they would notice. They were so wrapped up in each other Amanda wasn’t sure how they managed to eat. God knew she couldn’t. As soon as she saw them walk inside her stomach knotted up and she nearly threw up. How could they do that to her? Her own sister, her twin, and the man she’d loved her whole life. Not that he knew, but Becca knew. How many nights had Amanda cried herself to sleep over Brian, and Becca was right there.
And now she was sitting there holding his hand, acting like nothing was wrong.
Amanda swiped at the tears that dripped off the tips of her eyelashes, angry with herself for trusting either of them. Of course after seeing them together Amanda knew why she and Becca had been drifting apart over the last year, two really if she were honest with herself. Becca and Brian were carrying on a relationship behind her back. And Becca couldn’t face Amanda knowing what she was doing.
Amanda looked down to dig her keys out of her purse as she crossed the parking lot. If they came outside they might notice her car sitting there, so getting the hell out of dodge was a priority. Of course, Amanda’s keys weren’t where they were supposed to be, as usual. Just when her hand closed around something metal she ran smack into a car.
Pain laced through her knee and her clenched gut threatened to unload as the truck tried to turn her inside out. Only when she stumbled backward did Amanda realize the car was moving.
She pounded on the trunk and yelled, “Hey!” in an effort to stop the offending car from continuing its path over her. Brake lights came on, nearly blinding Amanda, but at least she knew she would survive. Getting her heart ripped out was bad enough, getting run over in the parking lot was the icing on the cake.
With the car stopped, Amanda was free to continue on her way. Weary of the driver, she gave the car a wide berth as she walked around it. Before she was halfway across, the door opened and the driver stepped out. ‘Great,’ Amanda thought, ‘just when I’m trying to get the hell away not only does the asshole try to run me over but then wants to talk about it!’
“Did you not see me?” his voice called, the deep timber melting softly into her ears before the harsh words registered.
Indignation and anger billowed up inside of her, buoyed by sight of Becca and Brian that was still burned into her brain. Amanda spun on her heel to face the asshole who tried to kill her than had the audacity to blame her for it.
“You’re joking, right?” sarcasm dripped from her words.
“No, I’m not. Why did you pound on my car? And where the hell did you come from?”
She huffed an amused breath and looked up into brown eyes that seemed more familiar than they should. After a second she realized exactly where she knew him from.
“Well, Adam, I pounded on your car because you were in the process of running me over, and while today sucked, I’d rather not finish it in the hospital. And I came from the restaurant, at least before I was under your bumper.”
“How do you… Wait, Amanda? Holy shit. How are you?” he cringed, the answer obvious. “Shit, I mean, other than me almost killing you?”
They laughed and Amanda remembered why she’d always liked Adam so much. He was her first boyfriend, first kiss, first everything. When they went to college they parted as friends, but never kept in touch with him going across the country and her staying in town.
“Well, I think you hitting me was the highlight of my day,” Amanda answered honestly.