Page 156 of Positively Pricked
Chapter 52
I was running a final brush through my hair when my cell phone rang. I grabbed it and glanced at the display.
It was Charlotte.
I hit the answer button and said, "Hey, I'm really sorry, but I'm on my way out. Can I call you back later?"
"Sure," she said, "if you don't mind waiting for scoop."
I paused.Scoop? As in news?"Scoop about what?"
"Notwhat.Who."
"Then who?" I asked.
"Your boss."
Now,thatgot my attention. "You mean Zane? What about him?"
"Oh, well," she said in that breezy way of hers, "I know you're in a hurry, so I'll just tell you later."
I felt my gaze narrow. "Now, you're just teasing me."
"I know," she said. "It'll build anticipation, right?"
Wrong.
I was literally on my way out with the guy she supposedly had news about. If I didn't find out now, I'd wonder all day. I asked, "Can you make it quick?"
"How quick?"
"I've literally got like two minutes."
"Oh, all right," she said, not sounding thrilled to be rushed. "You'll never guess who I ran into."
"Who?" I asked.
"Naomi."
"Naomi who?"
"Youknow," she said. "Your former co-worker? From the catering company?"
"Oh.ThatNaomi." The last time I'd seen her had been on the night of Zane's party. "But wait, how doyouknow her?"
"We ran into her at the coffee shop? Remember?"
"Right. Sorry." As I spoke, I took another look in the mirror. Outside, it was a beautiful summer day. Zane had suggested wearing jeans or shorts, which meant that we'd probably be wandering around the city. In the spirit of his suggestion, I'd thrown on navy shorts and a white short-sleeved shirt with little buttons down the front.
Would he like it?Iliked it. But was it too casual?
On the phone, Charlotte said, "Hey, are you still there?"
"Uh, yeah. Sorry, I'm a little distracted."
This was a massive understatement. Just across the hall, Zane was waiting for me. I had no idea what I was getting into, but Ididknow that it was too late to turn back now – unless, of course, Charlotte told me something horrible about him.
I bit my lip. Knowing Zane, this was a distinct possibility. I pulled my gaze from the mirror and braced myself for whatever she was planning to say.
