“Now,” he had driven them all the way to the French Creek State Park and now they were sitting at a picnic table, sodas, and sandwiches he’d picked up from a gas station along the way between them and he was ready to talk. “I want to know about this date you had last night.”
“It’s none of your business,” she bit the turkey on rye and kept her eyes on the lake to her side instead of at him.
He fought his annoyance at the tone of her voice. “You don’t believe since we’re lovers I have the right to know who else you are dating and potentially having s*x with?”
She swallowed the bite in her mouth and took a breath. “I don’t want to be lovers with you anymore.”
Even as she said the words, she kept her eyes on the placid lake knowing had someone told her a monster lived under it she would
