She looked nervous.
Not Becs.
Well, notonlyBecs.She looked nervous, too, but he was referring to Allison.
Leaning in, Evan touched Becs’s hand, keeping his smile planted on his face.Her eyes widened with what he could only describe as shock, but she didn’t pull away.
“She just walked in,” he said softly, pretending he was telling her how pretty she was.
“Nuh-uh.”
“Yes-huh,” he chuckled.“Do not look.”
Becs managed a smile, but he could tell it wasn’t easy.“Is she with anyone?”
He shook his head, caressing her hand, hoping they looked like a couple enjoying a romantic meal together.It wasn’t difficult to pretend since Evan had been thinking about it endlessly ever since New York, when he fucked everything up.The friendship they had established prior to the kiss that blew his mind had disappeared completely, thanks to all his mixed signals.
Becs leaned in.“What about outside?See anyone suspicious?”
Evan glanced out the window, scanning the parking lot.He didn’t notice anyone lurking or anyone sitting in a vehicle waiting for her.
He looked at her again.“All clear.”
“We need to talk to her.”
“I agree.”He patted her hand, sat up straight.“You should do that.I’ll take care of the bill.”
Becs frowned.“Me?Why me?”
“Because you can go to the restroom, then pretend to recognize her on the way there.”
“It’s not hard to pretend.Idorecognize her.”Becs lowered her voice.“And I’m sure she recognizes me.We didn’t exactly become friends when she worked with us.”
“Do you hold a grudge?”
Her red-gold eyebrows dipped low.“Of course I do.She’s workin’ with Calloway.”
“Would you hold one if she didn’t?”
Becs shrugged one shoulder.“Probably not.”
“Well, then, pretend she’s not workin’ with anyone.Stop and chat, see how she’s doing.”
“That makes far too much sense,” she muttered.
Evan laughed.God, he missed this woman so much.
Not that he could tell her that.She would shut down so fast it would likely make his head spin.
“While you do that, I’ll text Atticus and let him know we’ve got eyes on her.”
“Fine.”Becs took a sip of her water, then placed her napkin on the table.“I’ll do my best.”
“Just pretend you’re Gladys Overwith.”
Referring to her fake persona that she used to get information over the phone made her smile.Her beauty blinded him, and he had to ignore the warmth that stirred his blood.
“Okay.Wish me luck,” she said as she got to her feet.
