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My eyes somewhat adjusted to the dark, I glance down the long, beat-up bar to where the pub opens to a room in the back with a few tables and yes, someone smoking even though it’s against the law. That’s where I spot Wyatt’s curly head. He’s at a table with some friends who I can’t quite make out because his massive shoulders are blocking my view.
I quietly and carefully move down a few stools to get closer. Thankfully, no one is paying attention to my strange behavior. That’s the way these places are. Unless you drop dead on the floor, no one bothers with you.
I force another sip of my disgusting beer, make sure no one’s watching, and crane my neck so hard I nearly fall off my seat.
Oh God.
What I see reallydoesknock me off my seat. I throw a foot to the floor and catch myself, and pull a twenty from my pocket. I toss it on the bar to pay for my gross beer, and hustle for the door, hopefully like someone who just remembered they have to get home to walk the dog or pick up their kid from child care.
I get outside and speed walk around the corner, where I lean against a bodega window to catch my breath and finally remove my sunglasses.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
What is Wyatt trying to do to me? Is he fucking with my head?
Is he getting back at me for being a bitch?
Because he was sitting at a table, sucking down a beer with… Levi and Henry.
Fucking Levi Maverick and Henry Monroe.
This must be a joke. These guys are messing with me.
But why? I never did anything to them. Well, except for scowl every time Levi and Henry came by the office. And I can’t claim I’ve ever been nice to Wyatt.
Does that warrant pushing someone off the deep end, like they’re doing to me? Like in the movieRebecca?
This is too much of a coincidence. Or is it? How the hell does he know these guys? What is he up to?
I can’t take it. I’m quitting my job. I’m going right back to Victoria’s Secret, like I’ve been promising myself. At least I’ll get a good discount on their sale shit.
I ring Daisy. “Are you home? Good. Stay there. I need to talk.”
21
AMALIA
“Amalia, what’s up?”Daisy says as I fly into the apartment. “More drama over your mom’s wedding? Hey, I don’t think I can go as your date anymore. I… have something going on that weekend.”
Whatever. The only reason she wanted to go to Mom’s wedding to begin with was to scope out rich old men, anyway.
I’m glad to see she’s dressed for a change. In my bathrobe, but she’s dressed.
I rush around in a panic. “That’s fine, Daisy. Don’t worry about the wedding. Hey, where is the Ryder Night manuscript? We need to take a look at it.”
She rushes to my nightstand where I left it and brings it back. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to lose your shit.”
She’s right. I am.
“What’s going on? Are you okay? You look like you’re gonna puke,” she says, placing a hand on my arm.
“Oh my God, Daisy, you won’t believe this.” I take a seat on the sofa and pat the cushion next to me for her to join.
I’m still winded by my walk-run home. “I followed that Wyatt guy, the one I met with about the Ryder Night manuscript, from the gym where we both work out. You know, the good-looking guy who basically tricked me into having dinner with him? Who then told me publishing the book was a no-go, but that he’d get back to me? And then he ghosted me?”
A slow smile creeps across her face. “You’re becoming a stalker. I knew you had it in you!” She giggles.
“This isn’t funny, Daisy.”
