Page 61 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

I was sure it would, about to suggest the same before Kurt had invited at least, well, Fawn. We weren’t done today, and I hadn’t gotten to talk to her.

I stared at her, but her attention wasn’t on me. It was on Kurt who had suggested we all follow him.

“I hit up a great restaurant last time I was here,” Kurt said, tugging up his camera bag. “And if anyone needs a ride, I’m happy to take you.”

“Fawn comes with me. Obviously,” I stated, angling over to her. This was obvious. To these two, we were dating. I put my arm around her, but again, she wasn’t focusing on me. Her face had turned red, and she was scanning the ground. The fuck? “Fawn?”

She didn’t look at me, but she did ease away. She faced Kurt. “Actually, Heath and I have a deadline,” she said, glancing his way. “Right, Heath?”

She ground out the words, and Heath’s focus was in her direction. His eyes narrowed, but before he could speak, she moved her attention back to Kurt.

“You understand, Kurt,” she said, her hand gripping her camera bag. She knuckled that shit, her fist full white. “Heath and I work for our university newspaper. We have a deadline we unfortunately can’t miss.”

My brow shot up, but Heath’s eyebrows just about hit the fucker’s hairline. “Yeah, but that can wait, Fawn.” He shook his head, slight but I noticed. “Come on…”

I blinked. Why the fuck was the dude pleading with her?

“Sorry, but you know it can’t.” She swallowed in the moment, her gaze colliding with mine. My head cocking, I moved toward her, but she distanced. Instead, she smiled at Kurt, a false one that didn’t quite hit her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you don’t have to apologize. I totally get it. Editors.”

“Yeah, editors.”

“And speaking of mine.” Kurt studied his phone. His fingers dashed on the screen. “Mine’s bugging me about my own.”

He chuckled after, both Heath and Fawn laughing, but it was definitely dry on their end. That fucker Heath looked at her again, but Fawn did nothing but shake her head.

The fuck is going on?

Neither said, just looking at each other.

Eventually, Kurt said he had to give his editor a call, but he shook Fawn’s hand first, then Heath’s.

“I’ll be in contact about the photos,” he said, putting the phone to his ear. “And great job again today.”

“Thanks for having us,” Fawn said, watching the man walk away. I started to get closer to her, but once more, she backed off. “I’m going to get my stuff together.”

She said this to Heath more than me and what the fuck?

Fawn’s sneakers headed in the opposite direction, the rest of her and Heath’s gear by the wall. Heath started to head that way too, but I cut him off.

“What’s going on?” I asked, and his eyes flashed. “Why aren’t you both going to dinner?”

And if he gave me that shit about a deadline, I was calling BS on that. This was an amazing opportunity for them both with Kurt, networking.

A curse left Heath’s lips. “Because she’s obviously letting this shit hold her back,” he stated, and when my head cocked, he blinked. “I mean, you know what I’m talking about.”

I didn’t, shrugging, and his mouth parted.

“Wait. She didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?” I was getting angry now, this dude fucking around too much.

His head shook. “Fawn doesn’t do cars,” he said, the last thing I thought would fall out of this guy’s mouth. His head tilted. “You haven’t noticed? How have you both been getting around?”

I was still trying to wrap my head around the first thing he said. Her not doing cars and shit. “What do you mean she doesn’t do cars?”

“I mean, she doesn’t. Doesn’t get in them. Doesn’tdrive,” he emphasized, my brow twitching. “At least, not since I’ve known her. Never has. Not once, and I’m assuming that’s why she doesn’t want to go to dinner. She’d have to take the bus and doesn’t want to be embarrassed and admit that in front of Kurt.”

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