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“Yeah.” Liar. “My dad’s just on my ass about cleaning my room. Or, our room, technically.”
Sure.
It had to be about more than just his room. Wait.
“Our room?” I said, wondering if I misheard. “We don’t live together. Well, not really, anyway.”
“No. My dad and I. We share a room in his apartment.”
Oh.
“Well …” I didn’t know what to say. My mom and I had shared an apartment together back when I was in high school, but it was spacious enough for us to grant us our own privacy. “That sucks.”
“Yeah. It does.” His dad’s voice thundered through the speaker, and I could catch Elliot yelling back at him just before he could move the phone from his ear. “Look,” he said quickly. “I’ll call you later, okay?”
He hung up before I could tell him that later could be a problem. Oh, well. I couldn’t keep that poor girl Cassidy waiting out there forever.
I wanted to ask him about his mom. The way Elliot talked about his family made it seem like his father was its lord, savior and king all wrapped into one—there was no Lancaster family. There was just his father, his father’s son, and his wife.
Didn’t have to meet the guy to know I didn’t like him.
Slipping my phone away, I went over to the sink and scrubbed my hands with a soapy paper towel until the blood was gone. Elliot was hiding something. It was pretty fucking obvious.
But hey, I wasn’t going to pry. If he wanted to keep his family life a private matter, then that was fine with me. But it did mean one thing.
If there were secrets between us, things we couldn’t tell, then we weren’t together. We could fuck, we could kiss, and we could say whatever we wanted. But we weren’t in love.
Love doesn’t hide.
“Kat?”
I jumped at the sound of Cassidy’s voice, shocked at the fact that she’d have the audacity to bust open the bathroom door without knocking. But the door was still closed, and it was just her voice coming from the hallway.
“Yeah, sorry. I’m done,” I called back, shaking my head. Jesus. How did she know I was in this stall?
Whatever.
Pushing open the door, instead of meeting Cassidy’s eyes, I was face to face with Tommy. He had his arm around Cassidy’s shoulders. My first thought was that he was forcing her along with him, that he had made her tell him where I had gone so that he could come mess with me even more. But the look Cassidy’s face was anything but meek, or submissive. No.
I had let my guard down too fast.
“I knew you looked familiar to me when I saw you,” Tommy said, raising an eyebrow at Cassidy, as if they were having a telepathic side conversation. “I heard you’ve been messing with my cousin.”
Scrunching my eyebrows, I looked between the two of them. Cassidy, his cousin? Messing with her?
Huh?
“Hey, babe. I’m going to get going,” Cassidy said, standing on her tip toes to plant a kiss on Tommy’s cheek before walking away. “Nice meeting you, Kathleen.”
Kathleen. Great.
So, they knew who I was, but I didn’t know who they were. Of course, no matter where I went, it was as if trouble was destined to follow me there.
I could go around the globe twice if I wanted—and I’d still have a target on my back.
“My cousin,” Tommy repeated, moving forward so that he blocked me from leaving the bathroom. “Vivian Russo.”
