You can just talk to him about this at dinner.
Except the anxiety I’m feeling doesn’t calm down by the time the light turns green.
My impatience roaring in my head, my uncertainty untenably tightening in my chest, I start driving toward Landon’s.
This will be good.We’ll get things sorted out, and there won’t be any more ambiguity.
You’ve been over there a bunch of times now, he won’t mind you dropping by.
As confirmation of that fact, when I drive into Landon’s community, the guard waves me on, recognizing me.
See, this is going to be fine.And then dinner can just be fun tonight.
I reach his driveway and turn in.
Only, the driveway is busy. There’s people in it.
It takes me a second to connect the dots of what I’m seeing.
It’s Rawley—yeah, it’s definitely him—hugging a blonde?
Not just any blonde, I realize a moment later.
Stefani.His ex of sorts; the girl he fell for in high school and hooked up with multiple times. Recognizable from her picture in his phone contacts.
Why is she here? Why are they touching? Why?—
He looks up and sees me, alarm in his expression.
Oh hell no.
Why does he look so worried?
Scared?
Guilty?
FUCK NO.
A flash memory of that awful conversation with Wells hits, my heart lurching.
And he was hooking up with Lisa White…
This can’t be happening again.
My head fogs with the memories of that hallway, my chest racked with echoes of my teenage pain…
I’m notlettingthishappen again.
Nope.
Rawley pulls back from their embrace, his eyes big.
But it’s too late. I saw it. I sawthem.
He didn’t tell me she was coming.Why not?
Fear spikes in me at the possible answer.
