“Have you been to her place yet? Met her coworkers? A best friend?”
My mouth opened.
Closed.
Chris blinked. “Wait.”
Tony’s eyebrows went up. “No way.”
Beth slowly lowered her fork. “Ethan…”
“Her roommates been sick. She’s a grad student at Harvard always studying. I own my own place it makes more sense.”
“She always comes to you?” Mark asked.
“Yeah.”
“You always go back to the boat or your place?”
“…yeah.”
Tony tilted his head. “Does she exist outside of nighttime hours?”
“The firm is stacked with cases. She is in court sometimes,” I said.
“That wasn’t the question.”
Beth asked gently, “Does she have friends?”
I stopped.
Actually thought about it.
And came up empty.
I’d never seen her with anyone.
Not once.
No girls’ nights.
No coworkers.
No random friend dropping by.
Nothing.
Just… her.
Showing up like she stepped out of thin air.
Chris leaned back. “Bro.”
Mark shook his head. “That’s suspicious as hell.”
Beth kicked him. “Don’t be dramatic.”
“I’m not! I’m observant!”
