Page 68 of Erik's Salvation
There was the slightest tensing of his jaw. It was so small, she almost missed it.
She cleared her throat. “Erik—”
“Hannah—”
She laughed at the way they both said each other’s name at the same time. “You go first.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. I saw something while I was outside tonight.”
“Hope it wasn’t Bigfoot.” His lips didn’t even twitch at her joke. She frowned, nerves tickling her belly. “What?”
“Does James do drugs?”
“Drugs?” Her voice came out as a squeak. “No. Absolutely not. He’s been with Brigid for as long as I’ve known them, and she would have told me. Plus, I’ve known him for four years myself and have never seen him take anything. Why?”
“I overheard him talking to someone about owing money. Then when I looked around the corner and saw him, he was holding a small bag of white pills.”
Her breath cut off. “No. That…no. It had to be something else.”
She’d definitely know if he did drugs…right? At the very least, Brigid would know, and she told Hannah everything.
He squeezed her hand. “Okay.”
For the rest of the drive, every other thought left her head, and James was all she could think about. Because what if Erik was right? What if he was doing drugs and Brigid didn’t know?
Then she needed to tell her friend…didn’t she?
CHAPTER20
Hannah fiddled with the cloud on her bracelet. It was a nervous fiddle.
Her gaze shifted out the window of her car to Brigid’s lingerie shop. The store didn’t look busy.
Good. Not busy was good. No listening ears for this hard conversation.
Now, she just needed to get out of the car and do it. Tell her best friend that her boyfriend might be doing drugs.
Oh God, she hated this.
There was the chance it was all a big misunderstanding. That James wasn’t a drug addict who owed his dealer money and was keeping it a secret from his girlfriend. But if there was even the tiniest possibility of Erik’s suspicions being true, and Brigid didn’t know, Hannah needed to tell her.
All right. Time to rip off the Band-Aid.
She grabbed the tray of coffee and climbed out of the car. If there was anything that could put her friend in a good mood before a bombshell, it was caffeine.
She’d only taken one step onto the sidewalk when she almost ran into a crisp white shirt. She looked up and nearly groaned at the sight of Ezra Hall, the top-selling realtor at the new competing agency.
A smug smile spread across his face. “Hannah, hi.”
“Hi, Ezra.” She’d met him once before when he’d come over and introduced himself at a café. Everything about the man had screamed arrogance.
“I just finished with an open.” His gaze shifted to the coffees in her hand. “I heard business has been tough over at Reuben’s.”
Heard from whom? “Not true at all. We’re thriving.” The lie just slid off her tongue, because no way was she letting this guy know about her low sales. “I’ve been showing homes all day.”Thatpart wasn’t a lie.
