Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
“Quit the shit,” I snap, my heart rate increasing. I’m not a confrontational person, so I’m not sure what comes over me, but there’s no turning back now. “I want to know why the hell you lied to Noah and everyone else.”
The room grows quiet, and Belinda waves for everyone to mind their own business. I’m sure it won’t take long before the news spreads across town about this, but I don’t care. The only thing I have to lose right now is Noah, and I’ll be damned if I allow that to happen. We’ve been through too much to get where we finally are.
Brittany acts stunned and places her hand over her heart, making sure those still being nosy see her award-winning act. “I’m not sure what you’re talkin’ about, Katie.”
A sarcastic laugh escapes me as I take a step closer and lower my voice. “I want to know exactly what happened last Friday, and I’m giving you one chance to tell me your goddamn self.”
Her expression hardens first, then fades to concern as she leads me outside. I cross my arms over my chest and keep my stance wide.
“You want to know what happened last Friday?” she asks.
I nod.
“I needed a ride back to Lawton Ridge, and the only person who could help me was Noah, but he didn’t show up. I ended up having to call a wrecker to give me a tow and didn’t find out about his accident until the next day at work. How’s he doing? Okay, I hope.”
Remembering what Noah recalled at the hospital, I narrow my eyes at her. If she was there, then she knows the answer to that question already. Plus, she already asked Everleigh earlier today. This act is pathetic. “He’s fine.”
“Oh great.” Her inflection rises. “I’ve been worried sick about him all week, and no one would really give me any information. I couldn’t help but blame myself about the whole thing because he was coming to my rescue.”
Worried sick? Give me a damn break. “Why’d you lie about your SUV?”
A laugh escapes her. “Lied about what, exactly? I was having issues with my SUV and rented a car that didn’t have a spare. A repair shop in Mobile came and picked it up the next day so they could fix it.”
“On a Saturday?” I question, not believing a single word that comes out of her mouth. Most repair shops close early on Saturday, if they are open at all.
“What is this really about, Katie? Are you concerned I’m gonna steal Noah away from you or something?”
I swallow down the knot that quickly forms in my throat. “Give me a break. You know what this is about, and so do I. You’re more involved in this than you’re admitting. I’m sure you have a reason there’s a can of red spray paint in the back seat of your SUV too. The same color that vandalized Noah’s truck.”
Her entire demeanor changes, and she grows more defensive in her stance. “Are you accusing me of that?”
I let out a heavy breath. “It’s a weird coincidence, don’t you think?”
“Not that it’s any of your damn business, but that paint was for a project Anthony was doing. In fact, I have more colors in there too if you need a complete inventory of everything I have in my SUV,” she says. “You should really learn to mind your own business, Katie.”
“Were you at the hospital on Saturday before your shift?” Our eyes lock, and for a moment, I see something behind her glare. Is it anger? It feels more dangerous, almost deadly, as if I said something she hadn’t thought of. If she spoke so freely about Noah in his hospital room, I’m sure she assumed no one would ever find out. Too much time passes as she awkwardly stares me down, and I wonder if she’s about to crack and spill the truth, but I couldn’t be so lucky. “When’s the last time you spoke to Loretta?” I ask with venom in my tone.
“You’re actually insane,” she finally says, shaking her head. “Get help, or that jealousy is gonna eat you alive.” Brittany gives me a pointed look before going back inside the deli, shaking her head and muttering something under her breath. I think I hear her call me a crazy bitch, but it could be my imagination.
A few seconds pass while I try to regain my composure. Either she’s guilty and has perfected gaslighting her victims or maybe I really am losing it. While I’m hungry and probably should’ve ordered something to go, I return to work with no food. Thankfully, I keep snacks at my desk that should hold me over until dinner.
As soon as I enter my office, Missy waltzes in. “Who pissed in your soup at lunch?”