That’s precisely what I am.
My parents even spoke about adopting me out when I fell violently ill with the flu. They didn’t want to deal with a sick child, being older and vulnerable. Caring more for themselves than an innocent girl.Suzette answered, her voice coming from behind the blue velvet stairs. The place where the hidden door to the gaming room lurked. She didn’t break. You should see her, maître. The fire is still in her eyes. The air bristled with passion, they spoke of me. My entire body boycotted. I wanted to move, but if I moved they’d hear me. What would Q do then?
Q muttered something I didn’t catch.You’re not like him. Don’t let this stop you. She feels something other than hatred. Believe me. A woman knows when another wants a man.Q chuckled. You want me, Suzette?
She giggled darkly. You know I do. But I also appreciate your promise, and that’s why I think you need to keep going. The sad resignation made me feel sorry for her.Q was ruthless and closed off; I didn’t care what demons he dealt with. It didn’t give him the right to do what he did. So why did jealously prick my skin at the thought of him f**king another? I knew nothing about him, yet my body pined for more—against all my wishes.
If Suzette was on my side, why hadn’t she talked to me the last four days? If she’d shown she still wanted to be a friend, I might not have shut off—become so remote and focused on freedom.
My eyes widened. You don’t mean that, Tess. Would I have stayed even after what happened?It’s none of your business, Chubs said, and left it at that.
Liam was only a little more forthcoming. He was our friend—in our room at camp, I mean. We’re trying…we’re just trying to get in touch with his dad. It’s one of the reasons we need to hit up the Slip Kid.I nodded toward the sheet of paper. But before you guys broke out, he wrote a letter?
The three of us each did, Liam said. In case one of us backed out at the last minute and didn’t want to come or…didn’t make it out.Which Jack did not. Chubs’s voice could have cut steel. Behind him, house after gorgeous colonial house passed in rapid-fire succession, their colors winking at us through her window.