"There's nothing to talk about." I wrenched free. "I already made the breakup perfectly clear."
"So what, one conference? A couple missed calls? And you have to turn it into this whole thing and insist on breaking up?"
Les frowned, still wearing that same look of lofty condescension:
"I can apologize. I'll spend more time with you from now on. Just stop throwing a fit."
I almost laughed.
"Les, do you honestly still not know what you did wrong?"
"You stole my spot—that's not nothing. You locked me in the apartment—that's not nothing. While I was nearly burning to death, you were celebrating someone else's birthday—that's not nothing. And you went around telling people she was your lover—that's even less than nothing."
"All of that, and you think I'm the one making too much of it?"
He had nothing to say. The color drained from his face, then flushed back in patches.
"That was just... a lapse in judgment. Michelle's like a sister to me."
"A sister you'd hand my spot to? A sister you'd introduce as your lover?"