Chapter 5: Showdown
After we got home, Rachel still wasn’t done. She tossed her purse onto the couch with a little too much force. Normally, I’d pick it up and hang it in the closet. Tonight, I just walked past, heading for the shower.
She blocked my way, hands on her hips. “Tell me the truth—what’s going on with you and Emily? Why’d you bring her to dinner? And what’s with all her flirty comments?”
I looked down at her, voice calm. “She’s just a coworker. If you want to label it, I treat her like a little sister—just trying to look out for her. And dinner? Didn’t you say it’s more fun with more people?”
My tone was steady, slow.
“Little sister? She doesn’t look at you like a sister. And she kept smiling—what for? We’re all women here, I know that look. She’s playing you.”
Rachel’s voice rose as she snatched the towel from my hand and flung it to the floor.
She tossed the towel at my feet. “So now you’re playing the victim? Don’t turn this around on me, Sam.”
I bit back, “I’m not turning anything—I’m just done playing by rules that only go one way.”
My patience snapped. I kicked the towel aside. “What act? Like whatever’s going on with you and Jake?”
“Bringing up Jake again! What is between me and him, huh? We’ve known each other for decades. How long have you even known Emily?”
“So what? You get a big brother, but I can’t have a little sister?”
Rachel’s cheeks went white, then red. Tears shimmered in her eyes—anger, hurt, and helplessness all at once.
Her voice cracked. “How many times do I have to tell you? If anything was going to happen between me and Jake, it would’ve happened ages ago…”
I shot back, “And I’ll throw your words right back—if anything was going to happen with me and Emily, it would’ve happened already.”
I sneered. “You’re just projecting your own guilt onto everyone else.”
I cut her off before she could launch into another round of the same old arguments.