“Do not call me that.” I grabbed my purse out of the cart and practically ran out of the store.
* * *
Razor
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“I thought you were going to tell her,” Katie admonished.
“I was. Tonight,” I said, dragging my hands down my face. “Goddammit!”
“She left her shopping bags.”
“Let’s buy all this and take it to her place.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Razor.”
“I won’t go up. You can drop it off.” I met her eyes. “If you don’t mind doing that.”
“I don’t mind,” she said sadly.
We finished our shopping and went through the checkout, then headed to Waverly’s. Katie grabbed the bags and carried them up while I stood by the side of the car and watched.
* * *
Waverly
I’d been home for about half-an-hour when my doorbell rang. My phone was charging in my bedroom, so instead of hoofing it down the hall to look at my camera, I pulled the door open instead of checking first. I wish I hadn’t.
“Oh!” Katie squeaked. “I thought for sure, you wouldn’t answer.”
“Pretend I didn’t,” I snapped and started to close the door, but she was faster than me and slid inside, carrying my shopping bags. “Get out of my house.”
“Let me just drop these off and I’ll get out of your hair,” she said.
“Just drop them right there.”
She set them on the floor and smiled gently. “He’s in love with you.”
“I don’t care.”
“Honey, by the looks of you and your current state, you’re in love with him too.”
I squared my shoulders, wiping my tear-stained face. “I’ll get over it.”
“Well, that’s a neat trick,” she sassed. “How do you do that?”
“Katie,” I warned.
“You can fall in love with someone, then get overit, just like that? Amazing.”
“How can you hang around with... with...criminals?”
“They’renotcriminals,” she countered. “My brother’s certainly not a criminal. He’s the best person I know. As is Razor. And you’ve met Hatch and Maisie.”
I frowned. “Who’s Hatch?”
“Ah, right. Um, Connor. Hatch is his club name,” she said. “He’s the president.”
