Page 39 of The Last Good Man

I just don’t know his name.

‘Ask him,’the voice inside my head suggests, clearly irritated.

That’s exactly what I’m going to do.

Disappointed, I put my phone down when it vibrates with a call.

I pick it up, a smile pulling at my lips.

“Alice??” I ask incredulously.

My best friend chuckles.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep. I got home late, went to the gym, and thenIstruggled to fall asleep. And then…”

She pauses, munching on some food.

“Then I remembered you had a date, so I tried my luck. Although I didn’t expect you to answer my call. What happened?”

I lift my gaze and check the area.

My man is still there, talking to those strangers, while the guy tasked withbringing backmy food is waiting.

“Nothing happened.”

“Like nothing happened in the bedroom?” she says, making me smile.

“How do you know?”

“Those were the only times I came home early when I was dating.”

Alice met her fiancé online.

He’s all right—more than all right. Easy on the eyes and disciplined, he has his own company, while Alice works in the finance industry like me.

I stay silent, but something clues her in.

“You’re home, aren’t you?”

“Hmm… Not exactly.”

“Are you at a bar?”

A smile lines her voice.

“I wish,” I say, my focus on the scene in front of me.

A couple ofcars pull up in front of the diner, and men climb out. What is going on?

“Listen. I gotta go. I’ll call you. Do you have any plans for the weekend?”

“Uh… No. Not that I know of. Call me when you can.”

“I sure will.”

I hang up and focus entirely on the scene in front of me.

One of the newcomers shouts at random people, trying to start a brawl before turning his attention to my company.

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