Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Sunny snorted. “And I wanted dinner. So I volunteered to come.”
That caused Greer to laugh, but Matilda to say, “Dinner’s kind of off here tonight. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good. You’d have better luck going to Taco Bell. It’s cheaper and does the same thing.” She paused. “I’ve already had to visit the bathroom twice. And though they won’t admit it, both of them,” she pointed at Greer and me, “have had issues.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose with two fingers, barely containing a laugh.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he mused as he once again caught Sara’s form. “Sara, do you mind talking to me for a few minutes?”
Sara stiffened, looking obviously uncomfortable.
My head tilted in the way that it did when I found a new riddle I wanted to solve.
There was something there between the two of them.
Something that I really wanted to find out, but knew that I wouldn’t know a fuckin’ thing until Sara deemed it necessary.
Sara got up and walked toward the end of the bar where Sunny met her.
I watched until Greer said, “Why do I get the feeling that there’s something going on there that neither one of us knows about?”
“Because there most definitely is,” I grumbled darkly.
CHAPTER 10
“You’re so quiet” is the repercussion of you making me uncomfortable.
-Greer to a customer
GREER
I should’ve gotten the birds and gone home. I should’ve walked inside, closed the doors, and locked them. I should’ve walked upstairs to my bedroom, taken a shower, and gone to bed.
What I should’ve done, and what I did do, are two different things.
“I’ll drop you off first, darlin’,” Davis said to Sara. “Then we’ll run by my place and get the birds before I drop her off at hers.”
I’d agreed for Wake to take my car for his daughter, who had apparently gone through two since she’d started driving a few years ago. Now, as a last-ditch effort, he was giving her the bare minimum and hoping that it would get her from point A to point B.
Meanwhile, that once again left me without a car.
Meaning I needed a ride home.
Originally, I was going to grab one from Sara.
But then Sara had asked Kobe if he’d install an alarm system on it after talking with Sunny—apparently he was really good with alarm systems, though he mostly stuck to houses, but did do the occasional car—and so that once again left both of us with Davis.
“Okay,” Sara said distractedly, her gaze locked on the window.
I glanced up at Davis in the rearview mirror only to find his eyes already on me.
I shrugged.
No, I don’t know what’s wrong with her.
Well, something is. You ask.
I’m not asking.
Well, someone has to.
Our silent conversation was held with only eye raises and shrugs before he returned his gaze back to the road.
“Sara,” I finally said, knowing something was wrong when she didn’t comment for much of the drive home. “Is there something wrong that you’re not sharing with us?”
“I don’t want to talk about it yet,” she said instead of lying and saying there was nothing.
I sighed. “But you will talk to us eventually?”
“If I can,” she acquiesced.
I felt my eyelid twitch.
“Okay,” I said. “I guess that’s acceptable.”
For now, anyway.
My gaze once again met Davis’s in the mirror, and I swallowed and looked away.
I didn’t know what the hell would put that kind of look on my best friend’s face or that tone in her voice, but whatever it was, I didn’t freakin’ like it. And neither did Davis.
Sara was already opening the door before we’d completely stopped at the curb. By the time I rounded the car, she was completely gone, leaving me standing there watching her go.
When I took her still-warm seat, I said, “I need you to ask Sunny what in the actual fuck he said to her.”
“Already asked,” he said as he stuffed his phone into his pocket. “Hopefully he actually answers.”
The drive to his place was quiet.
When he pulled into his driveway, he got out to get the birds and I stayed where I was, lost in thought.
It took him all of ten minutes, all of which I stayed in the car, silently wondering what would have Sara so messed up that she couldn’t talk to me about it.
“I’ll figure it out,” he promised when he got back in the car.
For once, the birds stayed quiet and only started talking as we pulled up to the house.
All the lights were off as usual, but instead of being scared of the darkness, I breathed easy. Mostly because the man beside me got out and started up the front walk as if he did it every single day.
He had my key in his hand and he was pushing it into the lock before I could tell him that I wanted him to check everything out.