Page 93 of Let Me Show You

Everleigh

Not to mention she tried on fifty different things and bought a key chain. A fucking key chain! It’s like she did that shit on purpose so I’d have to fold and rehang everything even though we’re busy as hell this morning.

Katie

Wow. I’m pissed for you right now.

Everleigh

She better never step foot in here again, or I might punch her in her face. Anyway, I gotta go. Super busy!

Katie

Don’t let her ruin your day! Sell all the things.

Everleigh

Thanks! Margaritas soon…please and thank you.

Katie

Deal!

Another hour passes, and I’ve had too much time to think about what Everleigh said. By the time my lunch break rolls around, I’m livid. I leave the bank with my phone in hand and find myself entering the deli on a mission.

Belinda’s carrying a tray of drinks and smiles when she sees me. “Hey sweetie, didn’t know you were stopping by today.”

“I’m not staying long,” I tell her as Brittany appears from the back.

Her eyes meet mine, but there’s nothing behind them. Her lips curl up into an evil grin, and I’m tempted to slap it right off her face as she walks toward me.

“Need a menu?” Her voice is sugary sweet, and it takes all of my willpower not to roll my eyes.

“Quit the shit,” I snap. I’m not a confrontational person, so I’m not sure what comes over me, but there’s no turning back now. “I wanna know why the hell you lied to Noah and everyone else.”

The room grows quiet, and Belinda waves for everyone to mind their own business. It won’t take long before the news spreads across town about this, but I don’t care. The only thing I have to lose right now is Noah, and I’ll be damned if I allow that to happen. We’ve been through too much to get where we finally are.

Brittany acts stunned and places her hand over her heart, making sure those still being nosy see her award-winning act. “I’m not sure what you’re talkin’ about, Katie.”

A sarcastic laugh escapes me as I take a step closer and lower my voice. “I wanna know exactly what happened last Friday, and I’m giving you one chance to tell me your goddamn self.”

Her expression hardens first, then fades to concern as she leads me outside. I cross my arms over my chest and keep my stance wide.

“You wanna know what happened last Friday?” she asks.

I nod.

“I needed a ride back to Lawton Ridge, and the only person who could help me was Noah, but he didn’t show up. I ended up having to call a wrecker to give me a tow and didn’t find out about his accident until the next day at work. How’s he doing? Okay, I hope.”

Remembering what Noah recalled at the hospital, I narrow my eyes. If she was there, then she knows the answer to that question already. Plus, she already asked Everleigh earlier today. This act is pathetic. “He’s fine.”

“Oh great.” Her inflection rises. “I’ve been worried sick about him all week, and no one would really give me any information. I couldn’t help but blame myself about the whole thing because he was coming to my rescue.”

Worried sick? Give me a damn break. “Why’d you lie about your SUV?”

A laugh escapes her. “Lied about what, exactly? I was having issues with my SUV and rented a car that didn’t have a spare. A repair shop in Mobile came and picked it up the next day so they could fix it.”

“On a Saturday?” I question, not believing a single word that comes out of her mouth. Most repair shops close early on Saturday, if they are open at all.