Page 27 of Cuts Like an Angel: Part 2

Chapter Fourteen

Rosie let William be the sweet gentleman and open her car door. She watched him in her side mirror behind the car and her heart faltered at seeing him on the phone. She stared at his back, struggling to discern what kind of call it was. His head was lowered, and she didn’t see any kind of body language indicating anything at all.

He pushed off the car, and she watched him in the side mirror on his side then averted her gaze when he opened his door. He sat in the driver’s seat and she glanced at him, her stomach knotting. He wore that damn mask on his face.

She looked out the window, waiting for him to say something about the call. He started the car instead and pulled out, seeming in a sudden hurry.

With every second they drove in silence, pain spread inside her until she was holding her body tightly. Her phone rang, and she looked out the window, clenching her eyes shut. Last thing she wanted was to talk to her family.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?”

“No,” she muttered, staring blindly out the window.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“No,” she said. She was freezing and shaking but not from cold. Why didn’t he just tell her what was going on?

“Whoever it is seems determined,” he said when her phone rang again.

“Not as determined as I am.”

She felt him glancing at her in her peripheral vision. “What are you determined about?”

“Not answering.”

“Ah.”

“You should try it sometimes,” she muttered, only to get silence in return.

She clamped her mouth tight as a million words filled her mouth, all of them cutting and mean. And paranoid and stupid.

He pulled up at the house and she finally looked at him when he didn’t turn off the vehicle.

“I need to go for a bit,” he announced.

“What?” Her heart hammered in sudden fury. “Go where?”

He glanced out the window.

“Who called you?” she demanded.

“When?”

“You know when, William,” she said, her voice shaking.

“Your phone is ringing.”

“I’m not deaf!” she cried, ready to get it out of her purse and throw it at him. “Who called you?”

“Who is calling you?”

“Who do you think?” she shrilled. “Why are you deflecting?”

“You’ve just been acting strange when your phone rings.”

She gushed a huge laugh. “Not as strange as you act when yours rings! I want to know William, you said you’d tell me everything when I got back and I’m ready to hear it.” She undid her seat belt and turned to him.

He shot his hand toward her purse and she snatched her phone from it before he could. “Now look who’s hiding,” he accused. “Are you prepared to tell me everything?”

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