My mouth falls open. “I’m sorry, but I was still in shock over the fact that the man who crushed my heart showed up out ofnowhere. Oh, and then there was the fact my ex-husband stole all of my money.” I arch a brow.
Connie sets her glass down. “I’m sorry. You’re right. But now that I know about him, tell me, when can I meet him?”
“I have no idea.”
She marches to the front door and throws it open. “Cody?”
A moment later, I hear his gravelly voice. “Yeah?”
“Is Rover single?”
“What?”
“Is. Rover. Single?”
I move closer so I can hear better, covering my mouth to stop from laughing. But this is Connie. When she sets her mind to something, nothing gets in her way.
“I think so,” Cody replies hesitantly. “Maybe?”
“Can you find out? Based on Lucy’s description, I need to meet this man.”
“Lucy’s description?” He huffs. “How exactly did she describe him?”
“In great detail.” I see Connie smile. “But don’t worry, it was only because I insisted. She only has eyes for you.”
I lean my head back on the wall and sink to the floor.What the hell is she doing?
“Okay, I gotta get back to my friend,” she says, “but let Rover know about me, all right?”
“Okay,” Cody laughs.
Connie shuts the door, and I drop my head into my hands.
“What the hell was that about?” I demand.
“What? I want to meet the guy. Now let’s talk about your job. You texted the other day that you have to pick up another class. Why?”
Work.That makes me think of Randy; I had managed to go without thinking about him for a few hours. My eyes well, and before I can brush away the tears, Connie notices.
“Oh no. You aren’t on probation, are you?”
I laugh through my cries. “Probation? No, a student died. The crazy thing is, he threatened me, so I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m being stupid.”
Connie slumps down next to me. “Threatened you? Was it that prick you told me about? Ronald or whatever?”
“Randy. Yeah.”
“He’s dead? How? It wasn’t in your classroom, was it? Damn, your work is like a soap opera.”
I try not to laugh but fail. “It has been a bit dramatic lately. But no, it wasn’t in my class. He was found in Joseph’s garage. Before you ask, I don’t know anything else.”
“In Joseph’s garage? How strange.”
I shrug. “Who knows? Maybe Joseph’s family knew Randy’s.”
Connie chuckles. “All those rich pricks ban together, don’t they?”
That’s one thing I love about Connie. She’s never held back her opinions of the ‘snooty upper class’ as she called it. She attended Havenwood on scholarship, but she wasn’t treated as badly as most scholarship kids—probably because she wouldn’t hesitate to stand up for herself. According to her, I wasn’t like the rest of them, so it was okay we were friends.
