My mind works overtime, trying to conjure up a backstory within three seconds that’ll have her believing it.
“Can’t be that random if you travelled to the other side of the world with him,” she murmurs, and it sends annoyance through me.
“I’ve always loved him, and we’re not exactly strangers.”
“He broke your heart, Indie. You should be careful with him.”
The way she says careful, has my hackles standing to attention.
I can read her lies. “Actually, it was the other way around. Besides, we’ve put that behind us now.”
My hand reaches out to rest against his shoulder, and Saint places a silent, gentle peck to the outside of my wrist.
“I see.” She’s quiet for a beat before speaking again. “I met Gina the other day, did she tell you? With her boyfriend.”
“Oh…I haven’t seen her yet actually…she’s back on vacation with him.”
If Regina’s on their radar, this might help throw them off her trail, sending them on a wild goose chase, and thinning out whatever resources they have on the hunt for us.
“Really? Do you know where?” she asks.
When I look at Saint, this isn’t a simple yes or no question.
Fuck, where’s warm at this time of year?
“Yeah they’re in the…Dominican. I think they’re going travelling for a couple of weeks.”
“How did they meet?”
Christ, why the hell does she need all this information; my reload rate needs work. Saint points at himself, throwing me a lifeline. “He’s friends with Saint.”
The sound of her nails clattering off a keyboard fills the line as she speaks. “I thought that might be the case.”
“What makes you say that?” Alarm fills me, hoping I haven’t just accidentally put a target on Dawson’s back too.
“Just that you guys were in England, assumed she met him there.”
My shoulders want to relax at her response, but I need to treat Louisa exactly how she is.
My enemy.
I need to keep her closer than I want to right now.
“Yeah…that’s right.” I clear my throat. “Anyways, as I mentioned, I’m a busy woman, Louisa. The reason you called?”
That laugh that’s never changed our entire life fills the room again. “What are you doing exactly? Seeing as it won’t be working. I saw your company’s closing.”
That was it.
The moment I needed to know she was completely aware it was us, and that she’s watching me. Saint realises too, muttering a silent curse under his breath.
She’s fucking upping me at this game.
“Have you told Mom?” she adds.
“Jesus Christ, are you stalking me?” My question comes out with a little more bite than intended, the anxiety coursing through me threatening to topple over the sides.
“Oh behave, your life’s not that interesting. Someone in the office’s friend was looking for an auditing company, so I suggested yours.”
