I catch a glimpse of the fuckwank leaning in to say something to her.
Another glimpse of her nodding.
Politely? Or does she like him?
She doesn’t like him, idiot,Caden whispers to me.She likes you. She LOVES you. If she’s fickle enough to toss you for a business twatwaffle, she doesn’t deserve you.
I’m hearing him less these days.
Not because I don’t still miss him. More because missing him isn’t the biggest part of my personality anymore.
I’ve found a new life to live for. A reminder that Iamalive.
And it’s killing me to be this far away from her right now.
I wonder if the baby’s kicking her right now. If Tater Tot knows she’s nervous tonight.
After her dad talks for an eternity, he announces a short break, and then the awards will start.
I try to stay subtle as I watch Ziggy get up and say something to Miranda, then head toward the patio.
Checking on the catering, no doubt. Making sure they don’t need anything else.
But when the fuckwank rises after a minute and heads that direction too, I bolt out of my seat.
Fletcher’s next to me before I can process that I’ve even moved. “Going somewhere, Captain?”
Shit.
“Need to take a piss,” I lie.
He’s following her.
The fuckwank is following her.
I didn’t act fast enough the last time someone followed her, and it cost her a job.
While her job might not be in danger tonight, I’m not risking her sense of safety either.
Fletcher eyes me, then nods. “Cool. Need a piss buddy?”
“No.”
“Women do it. We should try it.”
“Sit down. You’re annoying me.”
And there the fuckwank goes.
Outside.
Same door that Ziggy went through thirty seconds ago.
Miranda’s watching me as I stride around the tables toward the patio too.
Deedee is not, thank fuck. Roland’s distracted because my teammates are top-notch friends who areon it.
I don’t see the guy who was grilling out here before as I approach the patio doors. Grills are still open, but otherwise, there’s no evidence he was here.
