Page 103 of The Silent Note

“Where are you going?” Zane demands.

“None of your business.”

“You can’t just leave like this.”

“I can and I will.”

“Grey.”

I move toward the car and then stop. Whirling around, I dive into my purse for a wet wipe and hand it to Zane. “Wipe your face.”

He accepts the wipe from me.

“Lady, are you coming or not?” the driver insists.

Zane takes my hand. “Let’s talk at home.”

“Don’t touch me. People are watching.” I wrench my arm free.

His eyes darken like the storm in the sky, except these storm clouds are a lot closer than the ones above us. Zane steps forward, lips hardening in that familiar, rebellious way and I can tell he’s about to give whoever’s watching a show.

Quickly, I duck into the car and lock the door.

Zane pulls on the handle and pounds the window. “Grey, open up.”

“Drive!” I yell. “Go, go, go!”

Wide eyed, the driver takes off.

I wilt into my seat and close my eyes.

“Stalker?” the driver asks.

I don’t answer.

“That guy looks familiar,” he muses.

I keep quiet, hoping my silence spells out that I don’t want to talk about it.

Unfortunately, the driver makes a mental discovery and snaps his fingers. “I remember now.The Kings.I saw them out at the EDM festival last spring. Jarod Cross’s kids, right? I love Jarod Cross. Got all his albums. But his kids were great on their own. I had an awesome time.”

I make a noncommittal but polite sound.

“That guy’s the drummer, right? My buddies and I were cracking up watching girls fling their bras at him. His drum kit looked like a lingerie stand.” Laughter follows the statement.

My jaw clenches.

Sloane edges up beside me.“You hear that, Grey?”

I scowl at her.

“Careful or I might just think you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” I snap.

The driver stops and shoots me a worried glance in the rear-view mirror. “My bad. Are you his girlfriend?”

“Correction.Wife,”Sloane says with a mischievous grin.

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