I didn't see the big deal. "Same difference."
"Not tome."
Of all the things to be arguing about – what a waste.I looked back toward the driver and felt my eyebrows furrow.
The guy was gone.
I squinted through the shadows and spotted him hightailing it into the woods on the opposite side of the road.What the fuck?
Turns out, he'd taken the whole hiking suggestion literally.
With a look of triumph, Felicity turned back to me and said, "See?Somepeople listen."
More likely, some people were tired of her shit.
I knew I was.
I held out my hand. "All right. Gimme the letter."
With a sly smile, Felicity scurried to the limo and retrieved a folded sheet of paper. When she handed it over, she said, "Remember, you owe me for this."
I owed somebody something.
I just didn't know who. Or what.
With the letter in-hand, I strode closer to the gate, where the landscape lighting would offer just enough illumination to read. And so I did.
The letter was hand-written, not typed. It was Anna's handwriting, too. By now, I'd know it anywhere.
But it wasn't the handwriting that made my heart fall to my gut. By the time I finished, I knew one thing for damn sure. Anna was a liar, but not in the way I'd thought.
