And different was never good.
“Yeah,” Ralen said. “Something isn’t quite right, is it?”
“She seems to be scared of her own shadow.”
“That’s worrying.”
Knowing she might not be able to stay quiet anymore, and not wanting them to know that she was there, Addie turned around and tiptoed back to the lounge.
It was better to know what they actually thought of her.
At least that’s what she told herself, anyway.
6
Just as well she’d left when she had, because Cash turned up a couple of minutes later with a glass of water. He sat on the sofa next to her as she shakily drank some down. Weirdly, hearing all that stuff hadn’t made her less attracted to him.
It was like he held some sort of spell over her, and she couldn’t get free.
“What were you three doing in that bar?” Cash murmured. “It’s not the type of place for three women on their own. Especially a woman like you.”
Hey! What did that mean, a woman like her?
Jeez, first he was talking about how she wasn’t quite right, and now he was implying that a woman like her shouldn’t go to a bar?
Why? Because she was crazy?
He’s probably talking about the fact that you’re scared of your own shadow, you idiot.
Ralen returned with a pad and pen. He stopped as he saw her.
Shoot.
She was rubbing Snaggles’ ear under her nose. He probably thought she was crazy. Addie buried her face in her knees.
You can’t escape this.
You can’t hide.
And you need to find your sisters. So just grow up, Addie!
She waited for their scorn, for them to laugh at her. A twenty-eight-year-old woman, cuddling a soft toy and rubbing it under her nose while hiding in a blanket.
Ridiculous.
Everything about her was ridiculous.
“Right, your phone is charged to twenty percent,” Ralen said. “There are no messages, though.”
Addie raised her head at that. No messages? As soon as Dotty and Monroe were safe they would have messaged her.
Where were they?
Had something happened to them?
Oh God. Oh God.
“Don’t panic, Stowaway,” Cash told her in a low voice. “We’ll find your friends.”
