In the Wind by Bijou Hunter

Mac," she says, grinning slightly. "The way you messed with him for no reason. If you were a truly agreeable person, you'd have known the fucker was on edge, so you'd play nice and make him feel better. Instead, you needled him. That's when I figured you out."
    "Again, I feel there's a point, but I'm not seeing it."
    "You're not your own man," she says, looking me in the eyes. "You're not comfortable in your own skin. Don't know who you are. I'd diagnose you with a severe case of arrested development, Jake Tobbs. That's why you can't figure out what you want to do with Sawyer."
    Ignoring how she purposely uses the wrong name, I shrug. "I don't want to do anything with Sawyer besides bring her home."
    "Sure, champ. Hey, let me ask you a few questions. Did one of your dad's have a pinup tattoo?"
    Refusing to show her she's right, I'm a fucking statue. She smiles anyway.
    "I'll take that as a yes. You have a big cross tattoo on your chest. Someone you know have one of those too?"
    Bodie smiles when I remain silent.
    "Guys like you wear jeans," she continues. "Dark jeans, black jeans, some of the weirder ones wear white jeans. You only wear the faded blue ones, always a little loose around the waist even though you have a nice ass and should show it off more. So is there a man in your life who only wears faded jeans loose around the waist?"
    When I open my mouth to tell her no, she interrupts me.
    "Sawyer said you used to have shorter hair. You grew it out since dumping her. Does any man in your life have longer hair like that? An enforcer you respect maybe?"
    No way will I tell her about my real dad's pinup tattoo or my adopted dad's cross. I also refuse to share how Tad Todds only wears faded blue jeans loose around the hips. Never will I share how club enforcers Judd and Vaughn wear their hair longer. Even without me admitting the truths behind her questions, Bodie smiles in her snarky way.
    "Everyone copies someone," she says, sipping the coffee the waitress brings her. "You do it because you don't know who you are. I don't know the details of your parents' deaths, but I'm betting you hid afterwards. Kept your head down and behaved in a way expected from you. At some point, you lost your personality and began to adopt traits from others. Your agreeable act is because you don't trust your real responses. You're a faker, Jethro Todds."
    "What does that have to do with Sawyer?"
    "Well, Colbie thinks you two belong together. She believes poems ought to be written about your love. Really obnoxious stuff, but she believes it. Zane thinks you two are over, and no amount of meddling will change things. Me, I'm not so sure because you're not so sure. You don't even know why you dumped Sawyer. How can you be sure why you want her back? If you can't know, I can't know."
    "Sawyer and I don't work."
    "Yeah, maybe you don't, but relationships don't always make sense."
    "You're pissing me off. How's that for agreeable?"
    "Scary stuff, Jebediah Todds," she says, laughing. "Now that I've finished peeing myself in terror, let me ask you a question. When you woke up on the day you dumped Sawyer, did you know things were over? Or did the need to end things happen sudden-like?"
    "Why would I tell you?"
    "Because you didn't sleep well last night, and she's all you can think about. You thought you were okay without her, but now you're suffering from Sawyer fever. You want to know why and I can help. I'm very good at dissecting people. I should work for the CIA, I'm so good."
    Studying her hazel eyes, I see a chance to make things right with Sawyer.
    "It was sudden," I admit.
    "I have two thoughts on why you dumped Sawyer. You realized what you had wasn't real. You were with her because everyone expected you to be with her. They did, didn't they?"
    Even nodding grudgingly, I find myself curious about where she's heading.
    "So maybe you realized things weren't real, and you panicked. Or possibly what you had with Sawyer felt more real than anything