Chapter 74. Mr. Good D*ck

TARA

I could only avoid Jenna’s persistent questioning for so long with the excuse that I was tired after last night, to which she mocked the hell out of me, but it was better than admitting that I slept with the man I’d been avoiding for so many years and that I feared it was something more.

The next day at the diner, it caught up with me, and I could not evade Jenna’s curiosity anymore.

Tara was on her makeshift playground behind the diner, the one that Aidan had come in with “reinforcements” to make safer for her to play in, so I kind of ran out of excuses to give Jenna.

“You’re seriously going to make me beg and grovel at your feet for the scraps, Tara? Is this what we have become? I thought we were more than this,” Jenna spoke, trying to get me to talk through her attempt at blackmail…or in this case, friendmail.

“You don’t even like him, Jen,” I defended. “Why do you want to hear what happened?”

Jenna feigned offense. “I’m only