Page 86 of Ewan

“Okay. Thank you again. We’ll keep in touch, yeah?” I say, winding my arm around her neck. “You’re a good friend. Thank you for helping me with this.”

“Anytime,” she says, and I glance at her hair again.

“You look nice. Do you have a date or something?”

Smiling, she nods, her lip rolled under her teeth.

“Uh-huh?”

“Are you on those dating apps again?”

“I’m using and abusing them,” she says, laughing. “And you should do it too.”

Her laughter withers away.

“Speaking of that,” she says, concern erasing her amusement. “Did you climb into a black car last night after you left the restaurant?”

I stiffen, my mouth pulling open.

“Uhh…”

“Scarlett?”

“Yes. Yes, I did. Yeah… Last night?” I mumble, sounding like a dick. “Yes, that was me,” I add with a little more conviction, struggling to figure out where our conversation is going. “Why?”

Her expression becomes unreadable.

“Do you know who that man was?”

My eyebrows flick up as my perception of her instantaneously changes.

Did she know who that was?

If she did…Was she watching me?

How could she know who was in the car?

If she had walked behind me and spotted me climb into Ewan’s car, how could she tell who the driver was?

Did she know who the car belonged to?

“Do you?” I ask.

I always tell my students to never answer a question with a question, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.

I have no choice.

She pulls her head back a little, a smile curling her lips.

“Who do you think that was?” she asks.

I feel like I can’t get out of this, so I shrug.

“It was someone I know from school,” I say, not lying much.

Her smile vanishes.

“How that happened?”

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