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“Just don’t hold it all in and try to be a tough girl.”
“I won’t.”
“I know you. You will. And that makes me worry. You hold shit like that inside for too long, then one day you snap. I don’t want to see you on the news again.”
“I appreciate the concern," I said and changed the subject. “I know the woman’s name Grayson was having an affair with. I think I’m going to reach out to her.”
“Why?”
“I have questions. Maybe she knows something or can help me piece this thing together.”
“Honey, there’s nothing for you to piece together. Some bad people attempted a home invasion. You’re lucky to be alive.”
“You’re right.”
“I know you feel helpless and want to do something, but leave it to the police. It’s what they do. You’re in IT sales. What are you going to do? Go all vigilante?”
I wanted to tell her so bad, but I kept my mouth shut. I felt bad withholding information from Olivia. We had that instant connection, and I just knew she was my best friend. I guess keeping secrets would get easier as I settled into my new life as a former spy. But it was the one thing that just didn’t seem natural.
“I killed one of them,” I said in a flippant voice. “Why not kill the other?”
“Okay then. Vigilante it is.”
I laughed.
“I think I like the new Savannah.”
“I wish I had something to compare her to.”
“You’re incomparable, my dear.”
I smiled.
“Tell you what. When I get off work, I’m swinging by to pick you up and we’re going out for a girls’ night. You need to blow off steam.”
“I don’t think bar hopping is what I need right now.”
“Who said anything about hopping? We’ll go to one bar, get hammered, and you’re going to tell me all about Tyson. Who knows? We might meet some cute guys and really get hammered,” she said in a lascivious voice.
I laughed and shook my head in amusement. Olivia had no problem finding suitable men. It seemed she had a problem keeping them around.
“I think I need to meet Tyson,” she said.
“No, you do not need to meet him.”
“You’re just friends, right? He could be perfect for me.” She was just fishing. But I wasn’t going to take the bait.
“You might be just his type,” I replied in a sassy tone.
“I might. Gotta run,” she said. “Be thinking about where you want to go.”
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Ishouldn’t have done it, but I just had to see what she looked like in person.
She looked gorgeous on social media. But that could involve filters and well-rehearsed camera angles. It wasn’t quite jealousy. It was ego, perhaps. Was she objectively prettier? Did she have more to offer? Why would Grayson have an affair?
A million thoughts raced through my mind.
