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Chapter 8
"Thewordseemedinadequate,butIcouldn’tthinkofabetterresponse.
Wesatinsilenceagain.Iglancedattheclockonthedashboard.Itwaspastsix-thirty.
"JessicaandAngelawillbeworried,"Imurmured."Iwassupposedtomeetthem."
Hestartedtheenginewithoutanotherword,turningaroundsmoothlyandspeedingbacktowardtown.Wewereunderthestreetlightsinnotimeatall,stillgoingtoofast,weavingwitheasethroughthecarsslowlycruisingtheboardwalk.Heparallel-parkedagainstthecurbinaspaceIwouldhavethoughtmuchtoosmallfortheVolvo,butheslidineffortlesslyinonetry.IlookedoutthewindowtoseethelightsofLaBellaItalia,andJessandAngelajustleaving,pacinganxiouslyawayfromus.
"Howdidyouknowwhere...?"Ibegan,butthenIjustshookmyhead.Iheardthedooropenandturnedtoseehimgettingout.
"Whatareyoudoing?"Iasked.
"I’mtakingyoutodinner."Hesmiledslightly,buthiseyeswerehard.Hesteppedoutofthecarandslammedthedoor.Ifumbledwithmyseatbelt,andthenhurriedtogetoutofthecaraswell.Hewaswaitingformeonthesidewalk.
HespokebeforeIcould."GostopJessicaandAngelabeforeIhavetotrackthemdown,too.Idon’tthinkIcouldrestrainmyselfifIranintoyourotherfriendsagain."
Ishiveredatthethreatinhisvoice.
"Jess!Angela!"Iyelledafterthem,wavingwhentheyturned.Theyrushedbacktome,thepronouncedreliefonboththeirfacessimultaneouslychangingtosurpriseastheysawwhoIwasstandingnextto.Theyhesitatedafewfeetfromus.
