Page 31 of His Wicked Revenge

Chloe exhales a breath of disbelief. I turn to her and see the steam rising from her head as she glances at Myles.

“What made you want to move?” he rushes out.

“I loved it there, but I wanted to see more of the world, and when the opportunity presented itself, I took it.”

“Yeah? How long have you been traveling for?”

“Mmm, about three years.”

“And what made you settle down in Seattle?” he follows up quickly, not a second to waste.

I love how he presumed I was here to stay rather than passing by on my travel journey. I guess now that Leo is back, I am settling.

“I was only visiting, but I ended up falling in love with this city. Thought I’d stay for a while.”

“That’s the only reaso⁠—”

“Myles!” This time, Chloe interrupts Myles, her eyes shooting daggers at him. “You aren’t going to invade our lunch to question her!”

He looks at her apologetically, that tough exterior immediately turning soft. She faces me and apologizes for his interrogation before saying, “I need to use the restroom. That is one thing I don’t miss about being pregnant. Myles, will you walk me over?”

“Yeah, of course.” He walks behind her, turning his head slightly to keep an eye on me.

Unfortunately for them, the bathroom is only a few feet away, so I can hear her laying into him. “What was that about?”

“Nothing. I was just trying to get to know her, you know, to make sure she is here for the right reasons,” he replies.

“Okay, well, don’t do that again. Now you will apologize to her for acting like a crazy person and behave while I’m in the restroom.”

“Of course. Sorry, Chloe, won’t happen again,” he reassures her, giving her a peck on the forehead.

Myles walks back to our table and sits down, smiling at Chloe. He whips his head around once she is out of sight, bringing his fiery eyes back to mine. “What are you really doing here, Veronica?”

“It’s cute that you are concerned for Leo.” I pick at a piece of bread sitting on a small white plate.

“After what you did to him? Of course I’m going to care that your crazy ass is back in town.”

“You don’t have to worry, Myles. Leo and I already talked.”

“I doubt he had anything nice to say about you being here,” he spits.

I shrug. “He’ll come around.”

“No, he won’t. I told him to call the asylum or the police to lock you back up.”

I snap my eyes at him, pausing the movement of my picking out the center of the bread. “What did he say to that?”

“He said no. Told me not to call.”

“Good.” I resume my picking. “And Chloe? Do you plan on telling her all about me?”

“God, no,” he huffs. “She doesn’t need to stress about being friends with a psychopath.”

“Sociopath,” I correct him.

“Same fucking thing.” He rolls his eyes. “I swear to God, Veronica, if you lay a finger on Chloe…”

“I would never,” I assure him almost immediately, my eyes radiating sincerity that hopefully he sees.