The stream ended. I sat back in my chair and exhaled slowly.
“You okay?” Capri asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“You look like you’re going to slide right off that chair.”
“I’m a little warm.”
She laughed. “Oh, you’re a lot more than a little warm. You’re radiating heat this way. So, that’s happening.”
“I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Uh, I do. You’re sleeping with him.”
“Shhh,” I hissed. “Let’s not announce that.”
There was a tingling sensation between my legs that had me wanting to run right out of the coffee shop and into his arms. I was going to be the one pounding on his window. Hell, I was ready to run through a wall to get to him.
I blew out a breath and tried to get my libido to slow down. I glanced over and spotted Lana rushing down the sidewalk.
“Hey, there’s Lana,” I said. “Where is she going in such a hurry? Lana!”
She stopped and looked back at me. One look at her face and I was immediately worried.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked.
She shook her head quickly. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
“Lana.”
She stopped. Her chin did a small wobble that she tried to hide by pressing her lips together hard. She looked so young right then.
“Come here,” I said and steered her gently toward the narrow alley gap between the coffee shop and the print place next door. Out of the direct foot traffic.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I watched it,” she murmured.
“Colt’s video,” I asked.
She nodded. A tear slid down her cheek. She brushed it away with the heel of her hand. “Summer.”
“Lana, what’s going on?”
She had me genuinely worried. I looked her up and down, searching for an injury.
“It was me,” she whispered.
“What was you?”
Another tear slid down her cheek. “The car. Colt’s car.”
I froze when I understood what she was saying. I took a slow breath. “The car,” I said. “And the graffiti on the seawall.”
She nodded at the pavement. She looked up at me with genuine misery in her face. “I know. I know, okay? I know it was wrong. I knew it when I was doing it and I did it anyway because I was so angry and I just kept thinking about what they were going to do to this place. I didn’t know what else to do with it.”
I wasn’t going to pretend I wasn’t mad. It was wrong.
