Every single person at the seven occupied tables puts their phones away.
I smile.
Can’t help it.
“And you can putthataway too,” she orders, pointing to my face. “If you thinksmilingis getting you out of trouble, you, too, have a long life of regrets ahead of you.”
I need to stop smiling.
I do.
Sheshouldbe mad at me. I didn’t call her.
I didn’t have her number, but I didn’t ask Zen for it either until they sent it to me, and I think I got so tied up in what I was looking for that I might have forgotten to check if she texted me back.
“I’m sorry,” I say while Jitter pushes against me, tail wagging so hard he nearly knocks over a chair at the closest table.
He’s such a good boy. My favorite good boy.
“You don’tlooksorry,” Sabrina says.
Yep. I’m still smiling. “You’re here.”
“What are you doing here?”
I jerk a thumb over my shoulder. “Destroying their lives.”
“Oh my god, Grey.” She sucks in a deep breath.
I know that breath.
It’s the breath ofjava give me patience.
“That’s Vince,” I tell her. “My former friend and partner. And the fucklebuckets he sold my research to.”
She leans around me and peers at them. “Oh, sweetheart, donottest me,” she says. “Give. Me. The. Phone.”
Swear IhearVince gulp.
She twitches her fingers.
He tries to put the phone away.
“Jitter, fetch the phone,” she says.
“Very funny, Ms. Nobody,” Vince says.
“Give her the phone before he rescinds the offer, you idiot,” one of his companions in dastardly deeds says.
“He can’t—”
“Jitter,fetch,” Sabrina repeats, pointing at Vince.
Jitter woofs.
The maître d’ gives me the glare of all glares.
I grin at him too.
