Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had somehowcausedthe accident.
And it wasn’t because I’d upset him over our breakup.
Of that, I was certain.
She leaned forward, hugging her knees. “Did you ever find out who that guy was?”
I played with the soft tag on my pillow.
Twirling the worn satin tag around my finger tighter and tighter until the tip was purple and pulsing with my heartbeat. “What guy?”
I knew what guy she meant.
He was the same man haunting my dreams.
Jameson's face, but not Jameson.
The resemblance ended at the surface. Jameson had been restless, volatile.
The man at the funeral was still. Controlled, in an unsettling way.
Hailey scoffed. “You are a terrible liar. Come on, who was it?”
I sighed. “His name is Pierce Worthington. Jameson’s brother.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Well, that doesn’t explain why he was glaring daggers at you the entire time.”
“He blames me for his brother’s death.”
Her mouth dropped open. “That’s so unfair. You weren’t the one driving like a freaking lunatic. He’s lucky his brother didn’t kill you too.”
I unwound the tag and stared at the deep red ridges along my finger. “I guess it doesn’t matter to him that I wasn’t driving. He thinks it’s all my fault.”
“It’s a shame he’s such a cold-hearted jerk. He’s that dirty, sexy kind of hot.”
Pierce Worthington was definitely handsome.
Pierce was slightly taller and carried himself with more confidence and grace.
While I’d never seen Jameson in anything other than jeans and a sweater, Pierce wore an expensive, perfectly tailored black silk suit to the funeral.
The man practically oozed power and money.
I had known nothing about Jameson’s family, but judging by the press after the accident, the Worthingtons were a big deal. Like old money big deal, like the family-came-over-to-America-on-the-Mayflower big deal.
I could sense it, the danger in him.
I shivered and rubbed my arms.
Hailey jumped up. “I’m keeping you up with my babble.”
I leaned back onto my pillow and burrowed deeper under the covers. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
She stroked my hair. “That’s what friends are for. Are you sure you’re okay now?”
I nodded but said nothing.
She flicked off the light before calling out “sweet dreams” over her shoulder.
