He’d never felt like a bigger dick.
Yes, Lizzie said.Daniel grabbed him by the shirt, earning a yelp, and hauled him onto the stoop. Closed the door behind him so no parents would interfere (I assumed). The boy was cute, already manly but like a blade of grass compared to Daniel.
Daniel gave him a shake. Did you threaten my little sister? he growled. This angel? This beautiful girl who means the world to me? Did you scare her somehow? Did you in any way make her life less wonderful for even one minute?The boy’s eyes were wide, and he wisely opted not to struggle. I...uh—Hey, Elizabeth, um, I... No? I mean, if I did, I didn’t mean to?What did he say to you again, Lizzie?
He said he’d make me sorry for breaking up with him.Daniel gave Ewan a disappointed look. Well, I’d say that sounds like making her life less wonderful, Ewan. What did you mean by that?
Um...I don’t know. Nothing?
So you didn’t mean you’d hurt her or scare her or follow her or bully her or spread rumors about her or make her life less wonderful in any way.True enough. It was so strange to see him in my new life, in Westchester County. Aside from a few parties in the apartment he once shared with Calista, the only time I’d ever seen Daniel the Hot Firefighter was in bars or riding past in a fire truck.
We’d never been friends, exactly. Calista had been my friend before she got so spiritual and limber. Daniel was just her man-child ex, fun eye candy. At most, Paige and I had let him sit with us for a drink while he was waiting for a False Alarm to wander past.But here he was. And it probably took him two hours to get here.
Were you happy together? Daniel asked.The question brought the spike flying back. Yes, I whispered.