Page 64 of Ignite

“Lily, I’ll be out of your hair soon. I promise.”

Conan said it’s safe, and I trust him. So tomorrow, I’ll go home.

She leans across the table and places her hand over mine.

“I didn’t mean that. I was joking. You and Bertie are welcome as long as you want. Forever, if you want.”

I sigh. I should go home.

“Lils, you know we’ll be bickering by next week.”

We burst into giggles and clink our cocktails.

“That’s why we’re besties.”

“Have you heard from Dickface?”

I shake my head.

“Good. Maybe Conan’s already fixed your problem.”

She fiddles with her straw, grinning like she knows more than she’s letting on.

“Yeah. He said he has. The asshole deserves it.”

I don’t want to know the details, I just trust his word.

“Damn right he does. If your dad were alive, he’d have skinned him.”

“Yeah, he would’ve.” I stir my drink and stare into the red liquid, watching the ice melt.

My dad would’ve probably killed him and smiled the whole way to prison.

Lily’s phone vibrates across the table. She curses under her breath.

“I gotta take this. I’ve been chasing this artist for months. His agent’s finally giving me the time of day.”

“Go. Answer.” I wave her away.

She hurries off toward the exit, already muttering into the phone. I pull my phone back out, that damn message burning a hole in my thoughts.

And before I can talk myself out of it, I reply.

Me

Count me in. But I’ll have a different car this time. I will send over the plate later.

Pete replies immediately.

Pete

Nice one. I’ll text details tomorrow. Officially added you to the lineup. Be good to see you, it’s been a while.

Me

See you tomorrow.

I tap my nails against the table, heart thudding like a warning.

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