Page 102 of Love on the Line

“What is it?” Emily leaned across the table and touched Anne’s arm.

“N-nothing.” Anne’s insides quaked, and every insecurity she had rose to the surface, smothering her. “I-I have to go.”

Emily leaped up and rounded the table. “Come to my place and we’ll talk—”

“No. I need to be alone.” Anne stood.

“Nonsense. I’m cancelling the party, and we’ll spend—”

“Please, no.” Anne held up a hand and closed her eyes. Her head spun, and her throat was dry as chalk. “Thanks, but I have to get out of here.”

“I hate this so much.” Emily threw an arm around Anne and hugged her. “I’m here for you. I’ll do anything to help. If you want me to drive you to his place or stay with you, or anything, just name it.”

Anne managed a stiff nod and headed to her car. This couldn’t be happening. Victoria was probably an attention hog who ran around telling wild, made-up stories. That’s all.

Except that didn’t explain Wyatt’s abnormal behavior and downright paranoia over Anne staying at Emily’s overnight.

Anne sank into the driver’s seat and gazed down at her engagement ring. Tears burned the back of her eyes. She’d thought they had something special, but maybe Wyatt was only content because he had women on the side. Sick to her stomach, she bent over the steering wheel and forced a deep breath.

Now what?

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