“Lewis!” I squeal back, doing my best to match his fakeness.
What the hell is he doing here? Did he follow me? I take a couple of deep breaths, stretching my neck from side to side.
Think fast, Hitman. You need to get yourself out of this.
“How’s your day been?”
“Amazing.”
“That’s great to hear,” he says, before falling silent.
I know what he’s waiting for—he wants to see just how far I’m prepared to go. I rack my brains for some kind of excuse. How do I explain what I’m doing here?
Think, Amy. Think.
I glance at Casey. He doesn’t even bat an eye, like this whole situation is the most natural thing in the world. Like Lewis hasn’t just walked in on a score.Fuck!
“What’re you doing here?” I ask, as calmly as I can.
“Looking for Dexter Drake. Adam’s cousin from LA.”
“I think I saw some guy back that way.”
“Really? I just came from there and didn’t see anyone.” He jerks his head at my quarry. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”
My gaze drifts back to Casey. He’s annoying me even more now—but this definitely isn’t the time to be getting physical.
“Lewis, this is Richard. Richard, meet Lewis.”
“Uh, my name’s Casey.”
Is he fucking kidding me?
“Just shut the hell up.”
Lewis purses his lips. “Nice to meet you, dude.”
Any second now and I’ll wake up from this nightmare…It’s so surreal, I could laugh.
“What’re you guys up to?” Lewis says, narrowing his eyes.
I follow his gaze—I’m still gripping Casey’s shirt, I realize.
“We go way back,” I try. “Just catching up—reminiscing about the good old days.”
“Looks cozy…”
“I was just helping him with his buttons. He did them up wrong. Right, Richard?”
I give the collar a hard tug.Just an inch tighter, and I could probably strangle him.
“There!” I give Casey’s chest a friendly pat. “Much better. Great seeing you, buddy—catch up soon, okay?”
As in, Tuesday soon.
“No problem, Hitman.”
He casts me one last wary look before he scampers away, and though I’m in total prey-drive mode, I keep my feet planted and offer Lewis a relaxed smile.
