Page 23 of Leather & Lies


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“Cops are on their way,” Willa announced.

I nodded and faced her, about to ask her what the hell had happened and how she wasn’t falling apart. I was on the verge of collapsing but somehow, I was still standing.

She put the phone to her ear and waited.

“Who are you calling now?” I asked.

She held up a finger, instructing me to wait.

“It’s Willa,” she said to the other person on the phone. “I’m in trouble. No, I can’t say over the phone…” She paused. “Cops are already on their way.” She closed her eyes a moment and exhaled a shaky breath. “Okay. I won’t. See you in a few.”

She hung up.

“Who was that?” I asked, my voice growing weaker with each question.

“My attorney.” She met my gaze. “Our attorney.”

“Attorney.” I shook my head.

“Unless you want to call your own?” she offered.

“No, I—I wouldn’t even know who to call.” In order to get a name, I’d have to involve my mother and she couldn’t know about this.

She can never know about any of this.

Willa made a move toward the boutique.

“Where are you going?” I asked, hysteria suddenly rising to the surface.

“Inside to get my coat,” she explained. “It’s cold out here.”

“Oh.” I nodded. “Okay. I thought you were leaving me.”

She took my hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Willa, I—if you hadn’t…”

“I know.” Her blue eyes were suddenly bright. “Do you feel like you’re moving in slow motion and the air is thick around you, and you can’t get enough of it into your lungs?”

“Yeah. That’s exactly how I feel.”

She squeezed my hand again and let it go before stepping around the corpse and heading inside the boutique.

A man had pulled a gun on me.

And Willa had killed him.

She’d killed him.

I was a stranger to her and she hadn’t even hesitated.

What if she hadn’t been in her car?

What if she?—

I would be?—

With a wave of nausea, I bent over to catch my breath for a minute.

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