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“What did she say?” I finally have to ask. His little side comments to himself as he has a dad moment aren’t making much sense to me.
Kane huffs out a breath, letting his features relax in apology.
“Sorry, Jen. I must sound like a raving lunatic,” he remarks.
Maybe not raving. But he’s pretty close.
Just a worried dad as well as a friend, really.
“She must’ve saiddon’t comeabout a dozen times,” he finally sighs.
“You meandon’t come to New York?” I ask, feeling a little better already.
“Yeah! Can you believe it? After what we spoke about the night before she left? I thought going out to see her would make her feel better about the whole thing,” Kane says, sounding more irritated with each word before he curses at his own typing.
Looking like he’s booking our trip anyway, even if it’s just to spite Abby for telling him not to go.
“I don’t know… I just got a bad feeling about her being out there for some reason,” Kane finally says, and I know what he’s going to say long before I hear him say it.
“I need you to come with me, Jen. We need to go find out just what the hell’s going on.”
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Kane
Abby answers my call, and although she tells me everything’s fine, that she’s just busy, I know something’s up.
Dads might not knowallthe details but they know when something isn’t quite right. And my gut feeling on this whole job in New York is starting to smell fishier than a New York harbor on a hot day.
And if the weather over there is as hot as it is here right now, it’s no wonder I smell something off.
But when she tells me not to come, again and thenagain. I’m pretty certain my mind’s already made up.
I’d love to take Jen to the Big Apple and spoil her rotten, but now I have the perfect excuse tohaveto go.
Abby strangely pleading with me not to.
If only Jen shared my enthusiasm, though. But I can’t help being a little grouchy about how sneaky Abby’s being.
She normally tells me everything.
And I mean everything.
So when I growl for real, cursing at the keyboard as I try to type while I look up flight details, hotels, and a hire car, it’s Jen who makes things clearer for me by offering a few home truths.
“You don’t think she might not want you there for her reasons?” Jen asks, sounding like someone who maybe knows Abby better than I thought I did.
“Like what?” I snap, but Jen doesn’t hold it against me. She can see how worked up this has me.
“It’s just so unlike her to be so…sneaky,” I rasp, using that word again. It’s the only word that matches how sly she’s being.
It’s totally out of character for her.
“And what are we doing?” Jen asks me, point blank. Stopping me in my tracks.
“You don’t think we’re being just a little bitsneakyourselves?” she asks me again, leaving no doubt what she means by it.
“That’s different,” I huff. Hating it when I’m so transparent.
