Nancy’s eyebrows knitted together. “Rudy, what are you trying to pull this time?”
“I mean it,” Rudy said. He reached out and brushed her cheek, gentle but way too familiar. “Let’s be together. You can love me like you love Jonah. I’ll treat you right. Whatever you want, I’ll be there for you.”
Nancy couldn’t help but laugh, sharp and cold. She didn’t buy a word of it. Rudy claiming to love her? Please. He was just messing with her again, like always.
“Rudy, do you think I’m stupid?”
She barely got the words out before Rudy suddenly leaned in, trying to kiss her.
“Mmph—” Nancy jerked her head away, struggling to get free.
Just then, the restroom door burst open with a loud crash, metal banging hard against the wall. Jonah appeared in the doorway, his black suit crisp and his watch glinting under the harsh light. His eyes were icy, fixed on Rudy, unblinking, unreadable.
Rudy froze. Nancy took her chance and shoved him away, stumbling out of his reach.
Jonah moved between them, silent but solid, blocking Rudy from getting any closer to her. He didn’t say a word, but there was this heavy tension in the air, like the whole room had shrunk around them.
Rudy took a slow breath, then turned and walked right up to Jonah. There was something dangerous in his eyes, but it faded into a mocking smirk. “Look at that, the Watson family’s loyal dog showed up.”
Jonah didn’t even react. He just stared Rudy down, then turned to Nancy and slipped off his jacket, settling it over her shoulders. She was shaking, and the gesture was quiet but protective.
Rudy’s expression darkened. He shot Nancy a look. “You always say you don’t like dogs, right? Especially the ones that never learn their place.”
He brushed past them, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands with exaggerated care, then tossed it straight at Jonah’s face. “All it does is sniff around, wag its tail, hoping for scraps. Pathetic.”
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