"I've been standing right here," I said, with a smirk. I'd let him have his moment before with Walter, but I sure as hell wasn't going to let some tramp try to belittle me.

Her eyes narrowed as she placed her hands on her hips. "Okay." She looked back and forth between Tristan, me, and our hands once more before rolling her eyes. "I'll talk to you later then, Robby. Don't forget to talk to your manager." She cast another long glance in my direction, then turned on her heel and walked back to where she'd come from.

My adrenaline was already pumping from my stomachache seconds before when I'd thought that I was going to have to tell this bitch off, so I felt a little frustrated that Tristan didn't bother to change the topic or tell her that he'd quit when he had the chance. With my luck, my face was already red in a blend of anger and frustration at the situation.

Grass green eyes were on me as he bit that full bottom lip of his. "What's wrong?"

I pointed at the restroom we'd been heading toward before the redheaded interruption and pulled my hand out of his. "Nothing," I told him pushing open the heavy door of the room.

"Kat," he said from the same spot he'd been in before. "Are you mad at me?"

I wanted to flick him in the forehead, but all I did was ignore his question. "Didn't you want to wash your hair before we go to the museum?"

He shook his head and gestured in the direction of the exit doors. "I changed my mind. Let's go to the hotel and do it there." His eyes focused on my face. "We have time."

I shrugged and started walking to where we'd entered the building from, careful to keep my hands close to my sides. I knew there was a chance I was being a bitch but I didn't care.

"Kat," Tristan hissed from behind me, taking two long strides to catch up to me. "Kat."

"Let's go, I just want to hurry up and go to the museum." Okay, so maybe I was kind of being a child and a bitch, but my emotions were swirling inside of me so fiercely I couldn't control them. I was pissed and frankly, a whole lot of jealous, but I didn't want to make a scene in front of people. I pushed open one of the glass doors that led outside and at least held it open long enough for Tristan to follow me out.

"Kat!" he called out as I speed walked ahead of him, going toward the rental car. He grabbed my bicep and pulled me around to face him, his eyes were wide and pleading. "Why are you mad at me?"

I couldn't look him in the eye so I settled for shrugging instead like that was an appropriate answer. My feelings were hurt and I was jealous at the stupid, pretty woman who had been with him and was trying to be with him again.

"Are you jealous, sweetheart?" he asked me so quietly I almost didn't hear him. His free hand came up under my chin to tilt my head up. "Kat."

"I'm being stupid," I muttered, not looking up at him even though my face was up.

"Maybe a little," he chuckled, warm breath fanning my face.

I glared at him then, which I realized too late was exactly what he wanted. "You're an asshole."

His smile was sad and sweet like he understood why my anger was directed at him. "I'm sorry you're jealous," his thumb brushed the length of bone that comprised my jaw. "I'm sorry I didn't tell her I quit, but I didn't want to talk to her any longer and have to explain that I wasn't in the industry anymore," he brushed the patch of skin right next to my tragus. "I couldn't remember her name to save my life, if that makes you feel any better."

"Just a wee bit," I admitted with a sigh. It did in fact make sense to me that he didn't want to talk to her any longer, but I did feel a lot better that he couldn't remember her name. He knew me, and that was more than I could say about every other female who had come into his life. It almost completely made me forget that he'd slept with her. Almost. "I'm sorry for being like that."