“Why’d you do that?” I asked Caden as he pulled away. “And it’s Stoltz. I’m not a Matthews.”
I couldn’t keep that question in. A touch of panic settled at the bottom of my stomach, lining my insides, and I couldn’t get rid of it. I knew I was overreacting, but I couldn’t shake the look that Jill and everyone else in her truck had given me.
Maybe I liked being boring after all. I could be invisible.
Caden threw me a frown, turning at an intersection. “Say what?”
I twisted in my seat, facing him, and ignored all the other emotions going on in me. It was him. He made me crazy. I only acted like this in his presence. “They were all looking at me. Why did you do that?”
He gave me a crazy look, like I’d grown two heads. “What the f**k’s your problem?”
A new, more-alarming sensation dipped
