Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
“I knew you would be upset—” I begin my apology and again he cuts me off.
“But you did it anyway.” His cocked brow adds some humor although I still feel guilty over it all.
I nod my head once. “I did. And it’s over.”
The tension between us lifts a bit as I look him in the eyes and say, “It’s over. There’s nothing there and I’m fine now, but I had to tell you.”
“You’re fine?”
“Yes,” I answer and I am. “There’s no way she’s your type.”
My response gets a short laugh from Evan. A genuine smile even. “You know you’re crazy?” he asks me.
“I do. And you made me this way.”
“Fair enough,” he says but then his expression gets serious.
“I know, don’t do it again,” I say before he can tell me.
“I’m serious,” he says, and I nod.
I glance to Evan’s right, toward the front of the restaurant as another couple walks in. “I was surprised that Samantha does pills,” I say absently. More to gossip than anything else. Well, maybe to throw her under the bus a little. I can admit that I’m not a big enough woman not to.
“What?” Evan asks.
“There was coke on her kitchen table, lying out in the open.” He looks back at me with an expression that’s not quite disbelief, but something else.
“Coke?” he echoes. “Sam doesn’t do drugs.”
I ignore the fact that he called her Sam and nod my head once while I add, “And a bag of pills. She had a variety pack, Adderall and a mix of things. It was like a grab bag. I would never have guessed she does drugs.” I wait for him to say something.
“Speed?” he asks me again although it’s not quite spoken like a question.
“I didn’t say speed,” I reply.
“Adderall is speed,” he tells me with a concerned expression.
“Oh, I didn’t know. I don’t know what they were. I just know what I saw and I was shocked. I’m just guessing it’s Adderall.” I swallow thickly, wishing I’d just kept my mouth shut and saved the gossip for the girls.
I watch as Evan’s forehead pinches, but there’s something else in his expression that catches me off guard. It’s hard and unforgiving. Something that sends a chill down my spine. Even his hands clench into fists on top of the table. I glance at them and then his eyes, but movement behind him at the front of the restaurant catches my attention.
“Is that Suzette?” Even with the shock of seeing her stride in just now, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier for a change of subject. I wish I could snatch the last two minutes of our conversation from the air and shove them back into my petty mouth.
“It’s definitely Sue,” I say, holding up Evan’s end of this conversation since he’s still silent. I’d know that blunt bob anywhere. She walks slowly as she digs in her purse, looking for something at the front of the restaurant.
I’m pushing my chair out from the table when my mouth drops open at the sight of a man coming up from behind her.
He’s much taller than she is even in her heels. I don’t recognize him; he’s facing away from me. In a black suit, he stalks up behind her, moving his hand to her waist and pulling her close to him.
“Who is that?” I say beneath my breath, but when I look to Evan and try to get his attention, he’s busy on his phone.
“Babe,” I say, not so quietly trying to get his attention. It’s not every day you see one of your good friends being felt up by someone you don’t know. I much prefer this conversation. It’s easy and Evan always has something to say about whoever Sue is “dating.”
I have to turn my head when I look back up to keep my eyes on them and try to follow them down the hall. But they’re gone before I even get the chance to stand.
I swear it was her and I go to reach for my phone to send her a message, but glancing at Evan, he stops me in mid reach.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him as he stares at his phone.
“We have to go.” His response is hard and nonnegotiable.
“We just got here,” I object, but that doesn’t stop him from standing up abruptly as the waiter returns to our table.
“I’m so sorry, we have to go,” Evan tells the waiter. “Please cancel the order.”
“Are you serious?” I hiss as the couple from before looks at us again.
“I’m sorry, but something just came up,” he tells me and there’s a look in his eyes that’s begging me not to push him.
“Please, Kat,” he says, ushering me away. “We need to leave. Now.”
Chapter 28
Evan
“This alley smells like piss,” Mason says as we stop between a Chinese restaurant and a shoe store. I met up with him on Prince Street and we walked our way here. Just me and him … and business to take care of.