“Okay. Another time. Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up?”
“I’m only a street away from my building.”
“Stay safe.”
“Thanks.”
She hung up just as the door to a Chinese restaurant on her right opened. Her jaw dropped, because there in front of her was her high school best friend, Maisie, and Dean’s older brother, Damien.
“Maisie. Damien.”
Maisie’s eyes widened. “Bonnie.”
“Hi, Bonnie.” Damien slipped an arm around Maisie’s waist.
Bonnie glanced down at the arm then back up. “You two are together?”
“Married, actually.” Maisie lifted her hand to show a wedding and engagement ring.
Holy crap, they weremarried? Damien had always been so serious and driven and competitive…the complete opposite of Maisie.
Was it because he came from money?
No. Maisie didn’t care about money, did she? Well, Bonnie didn’t really know much about her. Not now. And as it turned out…not in high school, either.
“Congratulations,” Bonnie finally said.
“Thanks.” Maisie swallowed. “I heard you were back. How have you been?”
She lifted a shoulder, because honestly, she didn’t feel like baring her soul to the person who once upon a time was supposed to be her best friend.
“Come on, Maisie.” Damien tugged her toward the street. “It was good to see you, Bonnie.”
Bonnie nodded and continued walking, only to stop at the rustle of footsteps behind her.
“Bonnie.”
She turned to see Maisie heading her way, while Damien waited by a car, looking impatient.
Maisie stopped, and when she spoke, her voice was low. “I’ve always wondered…why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“I think the bigger question is, why didn’t you?” She glanced around Maisie. “At least, itwasthe question. I guess now I know the answer.”
Maisie’s eyes widened, and when she didn’t respond, Bonnie turned and continued walking.
Maisie didn’t call her back a second time.
When she reached her apartment building, she was frazzled and, in her head, that night at the party played over and over again. There was a good reason Bonnie had left Dean at the party that night. And it had everything to do with what she’d seen Dean and Maisie doing in a bedroom.
After unlocking the door, she stepped inside her building. Her head was still down as she jogged up the stairs and stepped onto her floor. And that’s when she collided with a big, broad chest.
Her eyes widened as a what-the-hell-is-going-on kind of shock wiped through her system. “Zane? What are you doing here?”
He frowned. “I live here.”
Zane’s fingerswrapped tightly around his beer, the music loud in the bar.
Bonnie lived in his apartment building. Fuck, she didn’t just live in it, she lived on the same damn floor, across the hall, two doors away.
