Page 368 of Branded
Theo glared. “Bullshit, Eva.”
I glanced away from the stricken woman, eyes widening at the fury on Theo’s face. “Don’t tell me you weren’t trying for a big story.”
That was when I saw the cell phone with the recording app open in Eva’s hand.
Fuck.
I really didn’t want my story, my face, my son plastered on social media.
“I’m not going for a story. I swear,” Eva added quickly. “I was just going to head home, and I turned the corner and you guys were—” She bit her lip again, pressed back against the wall even harder. “I promise. I-I—” Her gaze went to mine again. “I’m really sorry. I wasn’t trying to overhear.”
Theo snorted.
And Eva narrowed her eyes.
But then she all but threw her phone at Theo. “There, okay?” she snapped. “You’ll see that I didn’t record anything.” A glance back at me. “I didn’t record anything.”
Theo snorted again. “Right. We all know that you’d do anything for a story.”
The emphasis on anything made Eva pale.
Another glance at me, her throat working before she said softly, “I know you won’t believe me. But I promise I won’t report on this.”
Then Eva turned on her heel and hurried away.
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“What the fuck is up between you and Eva?” I muttered to Theo.
Silence.
Tense enough that I looked away from where my woman was talking to fucking Lake Jordan, gabbing like they were old friends—because they were fucking old friends. Ugh. Ethan was glued to her side, hero worship on his face.
Tiny little traitor.
But seriously, trust that my woman would be friends with a pain in the ass like Lake Jordan.
Even if the man had stood by my side during the shit that had gone down with Nate fucking Miller.
Nate Miller, who’d disappeared, looking wrecked by the things Jules had—rightfully—laid on him. I was so fucking proud of her, had agreed with everything that she’d said. My woman standing up for herself, being so strong after what that fucker had done to her.
“Nothing’s up between me and Eva,” Theo said.
Which was a bullshit answer, and my mind was so twisted up by everything that had happened that night, I almost let it slide.
I didn’t trust Nate’s disappearing act.
Professional hockey was a small circle, so it was a well-known fact that the man was a motherfucking snake, that Miller had made it his mission to be an asshole.
All of which meant that I didn’t trust anything the man did.
So yeah, I wasn’t buying the wrecked expression on Miller’s face and I was also thinking that the asshole just being on the same planet as Jules and Ethan was too fucking close, let alone the fact that Miller was still in the same building as my family.
That ate at me.
But I couldn’t do anything about it at the moment, other than watch out for them and stay close.
