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“Not a clue. Definitely out of character for someone like Mitchell. Doesn’t fit his MO, but we’ll find out as soon as we have him in custody.”
“And how long do you think that’ll be?” I need to know how much longer I have to live in fear.
“Soon. He’s out there. And probably desperate.”
Tate rests his palm on my thigh. “Thanks, Detective. Keep us posted.”
Tate hangs up, and my ringtone blares. Fay. I answer, stupidly putting it on speaker. “Hey.”
“Hey? That’s all you have to say? Your lover boy pummels a guy for you and you just say hey?”
I roll my eyes, ignoring Tate’s humorous smile. “It was more of a tap. It wasn’t a big deal. Once he was done, I took a few shots.” I turn to Tate and wink. “How’d you find out?”
“Theo. He’s not happy the asshole came at you like that. Told Craig he’d cover all Tate’s legal fees—”
“What legal fees?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at Tate.
“Well, I mean, he did break his nose and finger.”
“Self-defense. He tried to attack me.”
“He did!”
“Well, verbally. Said a lot of hurtful, nasty things, then started talking shit about my best friends—”
“No, he didn’t.”
“Yep.”
“He’s a dead man. I’m going to tell Theo to go full force. No one talks shit about your best friends—wait a minute, why’s that plural? I’m your best friend. Singular.”
I shrug. “Now Tate is too. Anyone who defends my honor gets bumped to bestie status.” I smile.
Fay sighs. “That’s sweet. So, have you two boned again—”
And off speakerphone she goes. I hurry and stand, walking away from Tate’s low chuckle.
“Dude,” I hiss. “I was on speaker.”
“Oh. Oh! Well, have you?”
I grunt and raise my eyes to the ceiling. “I don’t even know where to start.” So, I start where I left off the other night. By the time I’m done, Fay is crying. “Seriously? Why the hell are you crying?”
“Because this is all so sweet.”
“Sweet,” I repeat.
“Yes! Minds, college? Really? I love that for you. And I love that you have someone who’s supporting you.”
“He’s not supporting me. He’s just doing his job.”
“By helping you with your future? Protecting your honor? Minds, open your eyes. He likes you. It’s obvious.”
“He’s made it clear I’m just a job to him.”
“Yeah, not buying that.”
“I’m not trying to sell it. It’s facts. And facts are not for sale.” Did that even make sense?
