I reached out with an arm and snatched my jeans off the floor. I couldn’t have this conversation naked. Furious, I shoved my feet in the legs and arched my back to pull them over my hips. Miri grabbed her own clothes and quickly got dressed. My pulse kicked up a notch and my palms were suddenly sweaty. I wanted some goddamn answers.
“You don’t need me. I saw her, Jag.” Miri was sad… defeated. My heart broke at the sight of her eyes shining with tears.
“What?” I ran a hand through my hair and stared at her. “Who? What are you talking about?”
Miri grimaced and leapt to her feet. “That, that blonde… whore! I saw her, Jag. If you’re calling her to come fuck you then you don’t need me around! If that’s how it is, I don’t want to be around.”