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I glower at him. “Yeah, Knox, my one goal in life is to sabotage you.Oh, wait, that’s been your mission. You conceited asshole.” I push at his arm, ignoring my odd heartbeat. “Let me out.”
Stupid booth.
“No.” He crosses his arms. “Miles always wanted to get back at me?—”
“You petulant child,” I seethe.
“If you think he’d do something as stupid as cheating on Willow, you’ve got another thing coming,” Melody interjects. “He loves her more than anything. So adjust your attitude, Knox Whiteshaw, and stop letting your insecurities rule you.”
Oh God, I think I’m in love.
With Melody freaking Cameron.
Knox stares at her for a second, shock flickering across his expression, and I smile.
“I’m so glad you found someone else to put you in your place,” I say on a laugh.
But I’m still not staying.
I scoot to the side enough to draw my legs up, and I stand on the seat. I step over Knox, ignoring his expression, and hop off the bench.
“I’ll call a car, as you oh-so graciously pointed out earlier I could do,” I say sweetly. “I’ll crash at Beth’s place. Wouldn’t want to ruin your night.”
He frowns.
I tap my cheek, mind on the tooth with the tracker. If he’s to be believed, which, you know, sometimes he can’t. “You knowwhere to find me if you want to apologize for your asshole behavior.”
Shame we never got around to discussing the betting debacle.
Once outside, I press my palm to my heart and will myself to calm down. Fighting with Knox gives me a boost of adrenaline, but it’s not good to get so worked up. Especially since it feels like I just ran a mile.
But I’m not turning around and going back. No way.
All that, and I didn’t get to finish my bacon.
32
AURORA
My heart feels funny.
I try to tell myself it’s nothing. After leaving the diner, I swung by Beth’s bar to get her key. She’s still at work, and I’m crashing on her couch. It’s almost two in the morning, and my worry keeps me awake.
I periodically press my index and middle finger to my throat. I count the beats and try to convince myself that I’m just being paranoid.
But my pulse is quick, and maybe a little uneven, and I’m not a hundred percent sure that I am okay. Which is why I end up caving. I call Beth and ask her to bring me to the hospital. She’s got a car, the bar isn’t far… She offers to stay once the ER doctor decides to admit me, but I wave her off.
They do tests, an EKG, all things that I’ve had done before and don’t want to relive. My phone sits untouched on the rolling side table, alongside a cup of water. I don’t want to call my dad. I don’t want to freak him out or make him decide to get on a plane and fly out.
Because it’s most likely just anxiety.
Or stress.
After Luke left me at the game, I searched betting apps and downloaded the more popular one. I scanned it for odds on the Titans winning by two, or Knox scoring two goals, orwhatever. I didn’t come up blank, per se, but I didn’t find what I needed.
In the end, though, it didn’t matter what I thought I was searching for. And it just goes to show that I can’t begin to fathom the web of this organization and the planning they put into it. I’m assuming millions of dollars are at stake.
Was it Luke’s intention to have Vegas win?
