Also, not gonna admit it.
Luna and Isla end their calls within seconds of each other. Luna tells me that the guys are in the same car, traveling together. Translation: my husband obviously had no desire to call me.
“They’re on their way back,” Luna adds with a forced brightness that makes me instantly suspicious.
“Is everything alright?” I ask, instantly giving in to my fears although I promised myself I wouldn’t.
And even though I don’t think Lorenzo is worthy of my concern.
“There was a problem, but it’s been contained,” Luna reassures me.
“Kind of,” Isla adds.
Which is not reassuring at all.
“How far out are they?” I ask instead of giving voice to any of the misgivings filtering through me.
“About half an hour,” Luna says. “Not far.”
My heart starts beating faster.
Lorenzo is on his way back. The evening has been chill, and I’ve actually enjoyed myself. Luna and Isla are the kind of women I’d want to be friends with on my own if I hadn’t already met them in this fucked-up situation. They’re smart, funny, and kind. I’ve allowed myself to be lulled into a false sense of security.
Fucking English professors and lemon drops.
This is what I get.
What I deserve.
“Everyone is okay?” I ask because I’m a complete idiot and I can’t keep myself from worrying about my husband, a man I barely know.
A man who kidnapped me.
The enemy.
I’m so fucked.
“Mostly,” Isla says.
“Yes,” Luna answers at the same time.
Then they give each other a look.
I’m more on edge, and I don’t know why, even as I blurt out a question.
“Did something happen with Scorpion?”
“No,” Luna answers quickly.
Too quickly.
“Why do you ask?” Isla questions, her tone bright.
Almost forced.
Luna and Isla share another glance, and not for the first time tonight, I feel the separation. I’m not part of their circle, at least not when it comes to family business. I’m an outsider, looking in, the same way I’ve been my whole life. The only place I’ve ever really belonged is in ballet, on the stage.
“They’re all fine,” Luna says.
