but he could have his pick of any woman and not in this town alone. Didn’t you even wonder why he would up and ask you to prom when he never really said two words to you?”
Anger hit Emily hard, overtaking the hurt but not burying it completely. She could only imagine what everyone had been saying about poor Emily Snodgrass during that time and probably still were. Snapping her head back to the window, her burning eyes landed on Garrett’s house. She was done being the butt of jokes and having people feeling sorry for her. She wasn’t the same Emily Snodgrass who’d left two years ago for college, and it was damn time people realized it.
Grabbing a rubber boot, she slammed it into Deb’s stomach before pushing her way past her.
“What the hell is this for?” Deb held the boot, a confused look on her face.
“Shove it up your ass, Deb,” Emily sneered without looking at her. Her only purpose at the moment was to seek out Hunter Foster. She was no longer the quiet fat girl with glasses. No, she wore contacts, and she was… well, still a little overweight, but she loved herself, shapely hips and all, and that made a big difference in the attitude department.
Marching outside, she didn’t even look around, didn’t pay attention to the puppy nipping at her ankles. Her eyes were only on the last place she had seen Hunter Foster. Tripping, she stopped when Max whimpered.
“Well, stop biting my ankles.” She looked over the puppy to make sure she was okay. Realizing Max was being a drama queen, she rolled her eyes and began her angry march down the street passing people without seeing anyone or anything other than her final destination. She didn’t even slow when Garrett and his wife, Janna, came out of the house followed by Jonah, Marcus, and Dell. The last to walk out and the one to slow her steps was Hunter Foster, the ass.
Hurt, anger, and other emotions she couldn’t name rose to the surface. She felt her face flame and her feet that had slowed seeing him sped up. His eyes looked past her, before briefly flickering to her, and then away. There was no recognition whatsoever, and didn’t that sting.
Finally reaching him, she stopped and poked him hard in the chest. “The only reason you took me to my prom was because you were afraid you’d lose that sorry excuse you call a dick.”
Hunter glanced down at her finger poking him, but her words sent his eyes straight to hers in shock. “Em?”
“It’s Emily. Only my friends call me Em,” she lied. He had been the only one to call her Em.
He once again looked over her head with a frown, his eyes intense. “Can we talk about this later… Em ,” he emphasized, indicating he was ignoring her statement about her name. His eyes stated the same thing as they once again looked down at her. An eyebrow even cocked as if saying, “try to correct me again.”
“I have nothing to say to you other than stay away from me.” She poked then pushed him, but her push could have been a nudge for all the good it did. He didn’t budge. Before she could turn to leave, Max once again started biting at her ankles. “Dammit, Max, stop it,” she whispered down at the dog. It wasn’t easy trying to be a hard-ass with a puppy biting the crap out of your ankles. Reaching down, she picked Max up.
“Having problems in the ranks again, Foster?” A voice came from behind them. When Emily turned her head, she noticed a crowd of people standing there. The majority she didn’t know, surprising since she knew everyone in town. Her eyes went to Garrett.
“Why don’t we head somewhere more private and talk.” Garrett sounded calm, but his body language said otherwise.
The man laughed as did the six other men with him. “I’m not here to talk.” The man glanced at his comrades with a snort. “No wonder he can’t control his pack. Talking is for pussies.”
She heard growls. Hunter’s was one of them, and she glanced his way, her heart skipping a beat. He looked