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My ears burn at that assumption. What if he’s been texting me, but he’s already moved on to the next woman? And why does it matter? “Why do you say that?”
Her eyes widen as she stares at me, as if to sayare you blind?Yes, I guess I am blind. “The man was pulled right out of an MC movie set. With that luscious beard and those tattoos.”
“Am I the only one who didn’t know about the tattoos?” I ask.
“He’s covered in them. Saoirse posted pics on her Instagram.”
“I don’t have Instagram,” I say over the brim of my mug.
“I know. That’s why I manage the business one.”
“And I love you for that.”
She sticks her tongue out. “You’re welcome. What do we need to do today?”
“I need to call my mom and beg her to make this cake.”
“Your mom is making the cake now?” She opens the fridge to grab milk for her cereal.
“Maybe. The tasting in New York was a miss. I don’t know what else to do, so I figured why not? Maybe she can do it and then we can move on to the next issue we face.”
She nods in agreement. “Definitely.”
“I’ve got self-defense this afternoon, too. So, I figured after we handle the birthday party booking for the Henderson’s, we can call it a day.”
“Perfect. It sounds like we have a solid plan for the day.”
On the list for today that I didn’t speak out loud.
1. Stop thinking about my weekend with Declan.
2. Don’t text him back unless it’s about the cake.
3. Stop thinking about how many times you came with a man for the first time in half a decade.
Yeah, this is going to be a long day for me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Itossmyphoneonto the bed and grind my teeth. She’s been ignoring me since Tuesday morning. It’s Thursday evening. I’ve debated calling her or sending another text to her, but I don’t want to appear too clingy, or unable to catch a hint. I know what she said. After the weekend, it would be over.
I’ve decided that I don’t want it to be, though. Freshly showered, I plop on my stomach onto the white sheets of the hotel bed. My phone buzzes, and I hate how fast I jump up to check it, desperate for it to be her. Except it’s not.
Sean:Have a clear video. Definite hit.
My fist clenches around the sheets. I fucking knew it.
Declan:Who?
Sean: Russians. What the actual fuck. I’m over this shit. We’ve been dealing with this for too long.
Declan:Do you have names?
Sean:I can do you one better. I have pics.
Sean shoots over two photos. Two mugshots, and one man I know I’ve seen before. He is the man from the alleyway. The rapists, and more than likely murderers. I stop for a moment, wondering about the girl I didn’t save, and my heart tightens. Did she survive? Was she hurt? Will I forgive myself if I ever find out the answer? No, I won’t. It’s better that I don’t know for that reason.
The tightening sensation turns to dread that forms a sour feeling in my stomach. Thinking of a stranger hurt makes me yearn to keep Sammy safe, even if she’s not answering my texts. I’ve given her the space she needs. I open our messages together and click on her info. Then, I click her location. I shared it to mine when she left her phone unlocked while she showered.
