“He’s a criminal!” Maria exclaims.
“That was all years ago; I haven’t found anything to say that he’s still involved in anything illegal—”
Because I burned all the evidence.
“—People can change; maybe Aiden did too.”
Maria lets out a strangled sigh. “People don’t change, Katie.”
“We did,” she gives the phone a pointed look.
“We were different,” Maria insists. “For all you know, he’s a drug runner.”
Not since I was sixteen. And I don’t touch the stuff.
“A sexual predator—”
How fucking dare she!
Katie drops the knife and says, “He could be a serial killer.”
Ding ding ding—wait, what?
“He could be a lot of things,” Katie continues. “So, could I. So could you.” Katie grabs a pot from the drawer and scrapes the carrots into it before placing it on the hob.
“You’re defending him…”
“He bought my guinea pigs presents. I’m all for hating people but my piggies seem to like him.”
“Your piggies like anything that feeds them!”
“He’s been nothing but kind to me,” Katie defends.
“He wants in your pants!”
And that’s a crime?
“He didn’t even kiss me,” Katie retorts. “He didn’t make a move, try to cop a feel, or even so much as graze my hand.”
“Unlike Cillian,” Maria snorts.
Excuse you?
“Cillian went for the kiss; I gave him the cheek.”
I’ll give him a facelift and a shallow grave.
“I think I might need to find another tattoo artist,” Katie chuckles lowly.
“Is it because of Aiden?”
Yes.
“No!” Katie is quick to deny it. “It just didn’t feel right. I didn’t want to lead him on.”
I’ll lead him off a fucking bridge.
“So, it has nothing to do with the gorgeous—”
