I WATCH WITH what has to be unreserved annoyance as Sofia comes to a stop right in front of Sinclair’s motorcycle, a little past me, standing as close to him as she can get without sitting in his lap.
Sinclair’s face is colder than I’ve ever seen it and I realize how much of a nuisance this whole ordeal must be for him. Everyone knows that Sinclair doesn’t do long relationships and the women who jump into bed with him know that very well, too. I can’t imagine how frustrating it must be to have someone following you around knowing that you aren’t and never will be interested.
The very idea of that happening to me tires me out immensely.
Seeing the obvious irritation on Sinclair’s face, Sofia turns to me unwillingly. If Sinclair won’t pay attention to her, she’ll just use me as an excu
