Page 160 of The Heart You Kept

“You went to school with Edward Prescott?” I frown, how did I not know this?

“I got a scholarship in London for my senior year and he was there.”

“Were you friends or….”

“We hated each other from day one.”

“Did something happen, a particular incident?”

“He’s an asshole, his friends are all assholes. That’s what happened. But you’ll find that out for yourself in good time.”

Hmm, I am beginning to pick up on that myself.

“Well….” I hesitate. “I should let you get back to healing.”

“Can I see you?”

“Pascal,” I sigh. “No. This doesn’t change anything between us. I wish you all the best, but I just called to check on how you are.”

“I’m fine.”

I have to get off the phone. “Okay, well…happy healing. Look after yourself.” Before I can say another word I hang up.

Shit.

EDWARD

“Hey, boss,” Philippe says.

“Hi.”

“We are outside the antique store and we have a problem with Miss Sorenson.”

“Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, she just….” He pauses.

“She’s what?” I snap.

“She’s very delicate.”

I screw up my face in question. “Delicate, what do you mean, delicate? Like a flower?”

“Delicate like a hand grenade.”

I smirk. “Why?”

“She’s becoming very hard to manage.”

“How so?”

“She doesn’t want us to follow her anymore and has just stormed over to our car and is threatening to call the police on us.”

“Okay.” I roll my eyes. “I’ll handle it.”

“Can you do it soon, she’s very….”

I get a vision of her being angry with them and I smile. “Very what?”