Page 150 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

“Sweetie, do you have his address?”

“What?” She looks at me.

“I don’t know how to get there. I’ve never been to his house.”

“Oh,” she says. “Give me your phone. I’ll put it in.”

I hand it over, and she types in the address before setting it back in my console and turning to stare out the window.

I’ve known Katie for six years. We met freshman year of college when we ended up as dorm roommates, and she’s always been the strongest person I know. Right now, she looks small. She looks fragile.

I keep driving for a few minutes, but something doesn’t sit right. My hands tighten on the wheel before I finally turn into a gas station and kill the engine.

Katie looks around. “What are we doing?”

“You’re sure you want to go to Michael’s?” I ask, glancing over at her.

“Yes.” No hesitation. “Why would you even ask that?”

She’s staring at me now, her face a mix of grief and something dangerously close to anger.

“Katie,” I say, keeping my voice even, “you’re my best friend. Your mom just died.”

“I know that!” she retorts, her voice breaking.

“You’ve known Michael what, a month?”

“So?” she says, eyes flashing. “What the fuck are you trying to say, Sarah?”

“You’ve barely known him long enough for him to be your boyfriend,” I say.

Katie flinches, her face tightening as her eyes fill with tears.

“You’re one to talk. You’re at Luca’s house all the time. Don’t act like you and him aren’t as serious as Michael and I are.”

She has fire in her eyes.

“Katie, it’s not the same thing, and I think you know it.”

“If you won’t take me there, I’ll call someone who will,” she says, her voice quieter now as she turns forward.

“Katie,” I say, reaching for her hand.

She pulls away. “Don’t.”

I stop trying.

“Okay,” I say.

I sit there for a moment before starting the car and pulling back onto the highway. The GPS fills the silence for the rest of the drive. When we turn into the long drive, I focus on the road. At the gate, a man steps forward.

“Name?”

“I have Katie Miller with me.”

He leans down, looking at her. Katie meets his eyes, and his expression shifts slightly.

“Miss Miller. We weren’t expecting you.”