Page 120 of Cuts like a Knife
I can’t believe this. He’s already told everyone?
The cab suddenly makes a sharp turn and pulls in at the little cottage and I leap out before we’re fully stop, hurryin across gravel driveway and up the wooden steps to the front door346.
But of course the door is locked.
“Hurry up, please,” I call back toward him.
Drew emerges from the backseat and the car backs out and pulls away, illuminating us both for a moment with its headlights, then plunging us both back into the dark, but in the half-second of light that passes over his features, I see something. Something bad.
He still has his phone in his hand. He holds it in front of him and looks up at me just as the cab’s headlights sweep over his features.
He’s so good-looking. The dark-hair, mussed from the sea water, the tall, slight build, the strong, sharp chin, so often dark with five-o-clock shadow, those bright green eyes.
But it’s not his hotness that jumps out at me when that flash of light moves over his face. It’s his expression. His eyes are full of concern. He’s so serious.
“What it is?” I say. I don’t speak loudly, but in the stillness of the night, my voice travels.
“Something might be wrong,” he replies, his words coming back through the night air towards me, though I can no longer see his face. “With Claire’s baby.”
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Drew talks at me for the next ten minutes while I ignore him, throw all my things into my bag, and prepare to leave.
“Where are you even going to go?”
“Home. To Claire. Callum already released me from doing work tomorrow, and that was before he heard I was a plagiarist. I won’t have a job by Monday. I’m going home to focus on what really matters. My family.”
“There’s no reason to go home.”
“It’s not your business, Drew. Call another car.”
“What do you even mean? The airport is closed! Let’s just go to sleep. We can revisit this in the morning.”
“You go to sleep. I’m leaving.”
“You’re not going anywhere before tomorrow morning at the earliest. And I’m not calling Damon back. Not at this hour. He already did me a huge favor by coming out in the middle of the night to keep you from being killed.”
I scoff. “I already told you not to exaggerate.”
“Enough!”
His voice is so loud, I stop dead. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Drew shout before.
“Don’t raise your voice at me.”
“Enough, Lex. I’ve had enough. You want to leave? Fine. But you can leave in the morning like a normal person. I’ve had it. I’m going to sleep. So get out.”
“Get out?”
“Get out of this room.”
I look around at the little living room, still not understand what he means.
“Why?”
“Because I’m sleeping out here. So go in the bedroom. Do whatever you want in there. Sleep. Don’t sleep. I don’t f—ing care. And then in morning, leave. Do whatever you want, but right now, get out of my face. I’m sick of looking at you.”
It’s the meanest he’s ever been, but for once, I think he’s serious.
