Page 46 of Healed Heart
By the time we finish our meals and pay the bill, it’s already late.Henry rises and stretches.“I should head back to the hotel.Early morning meeting tomorrow.”
I nod, pushing back my chair as well.“I’ll walk you out.”
We make our way through the restaurant.The crisp night air hits us as we step outside, causing me to pull my jacket a bit closer as we walk to my car.
“Take care of yourself, sis,” Henry says, pulling me into a brief hug.
“You too,” I reply, stepping back and looking up at him.“And try not to work yourself to death.”
He smiles at that.“I’ll do my best.”
With a final wave, he heads down the street to where he parked his car.I watch him go, left alone with my thoughts once again.As I get into my car, my mind drifts back to Jason and Ralph.
Despite my attempts to dismiss them, nagging doubts continue to gnaw at me.If Jason isn’t responsible for what happened to Ralph…then who is?
ChapterEighteen
Jason
After pounding on Angie’s door earlier in the evening—no answer—I keep watch for her car to drive up.
Fuck Ralph, anyway.
He was after Angie.
Of course he was.She’s beautiful, kind, smart.Whowouldn’twant her?
And when she rebuffed him, he retaliated.
None of that explains who kicked his ass, but I don’t rightfully care, to be honest.He had it coming.Trying to screw me over with HR, coming on to Angie.He’s a freak.
Besides, he’s older.Who the hell does he think he is?Angie’s just a?—
I stop my thought.
Ralph is probably close to my age.Maybe a little older.Hard to tell.AndIfell for Angie.
Who wouldn’t?
I continue to watch the cars drive by until?—
Angie’s car.
It’s close to eleven o’clock on a weeknight.Where the hell has she been?
Probably studying at the library.No need to be concerned.Besides, Ralph can’t hurt her.He’s bandaged up in a hospital bed.
Once her car disappears into her garage, I put on my jacket and scarf and walk the three doors to her place.
I pound on the door and wait, shifting from foot to foot, hands jammed into my pockets for warmth.Tillie’s shrill bark echoes through the door.
Angie opens the door, Tillie wriggling in her arms.
“Jason?”She sets Tillie down.“What is it?I was just about to put her out.She’s been alone for several hours.”
“I know.”I cross my arms.“You weren’t here.”
She raises her eyebrows.
