Page 115 of Every Broken Promise
As I pulled the door, my eyes cast down to check the incoming message I had received that I didn’t see the person coming out.
“Shit,” I groaned, and the other person grunted.
My eyes widened when I looked up and saw Ezekiel standing there.
He had recovered much faster than I had.
“Are you sick?” he asked as he gave me a once-over.
I opened my mouth and immediately closed it. There was no way I would tell him what I was up to—EZ was like my older brother. Then there was the tidbit that he was the actual brother of the guy I was trying to baby-proof myself from.
“No, I was just coming to check in on one of my mom’s prescriptions,” I lied. “Are you sick?” I stood defensively and raised a brow.
“Just my yearly checkup,” he mumbled as he stepped aside and extended his hand toward the door, motioning for me to enter.
I hoped my smile didn’t look much like a grimace.
“Let me take care of this,” I said as I walked into the clinic.
When I walked in, I noticed one of my mom’s friends sitting down, and I timidly waved at her. I walked up to the receptionist and made an appointment for another day—preferably a day when I wouldn’t know anyone.
Ezekiel was still waiting there with his hands in his pockets.
“All good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, taking him by his arm and dragging him with me. Thank God for purses and oblivious men.
As we walked, I groaned when I noticed Sam approaching us on her way to the salon. Since EZ was with me, I didn’t think she would stop to say anything to me.
I thought wrong.
Her face instantly soured once she made contact with me. Her eyes immediately went to our linked arms. I fought the urge to unwrap it as if I had done something wrong.
“Jumping from one brother to the next,” she sneered.
I took a deep breath because I didn’t want to cause a public scene.
EZ did not share my sentiments.
“That was you, Sam,” he told her. “And we both know exactly how Ty feels about her.”
She rolled her eyes and then glared at Ezekiel. Instead of saying more, she stomped past us.
“Was Ty okay after she slept with Adam?” I blurted before I could think better of it. My hand came to my mouth as if that would take back the word vomit.
EZ chuckled.
“He didn’t care. She didn’t matter to him, and Adam knew that.”
My lips made a silent “O” but refused to comment further. I didn’t want EZ to think I was fishing for compliments.
“Now you, on the other hand,” he murmured. “I could have sworn he thought about killing Adam when he showed up to the house with you.”
My cheeks warmed at his words.
“Oh, let’s see what’s going on with Divine Corner today,” I told EZ as I dragged him toward the crystal shop.
Surprisingly, he let me drag him along with me. We were about to cross the street while I still had my hand on him when we heard the screeching of tires. Both Ezekiel and I turned just in time to see a car driving away.
