Page 22 of Mistaken Identity
Yet, somehow, I knew that I could make this work.
I knew I could.
Kory turned, his gaze going into the rows of first class, and I saw the moment he caught Audric’s eyes.
His shoulders stiffened and he said, “The one with the death glare and the look that he’ll kill me with just a thought?”
“That’s the one.” I forced myself to laugh.
“Bring him here. I’d like to meet him,” he ordered.
Here goes nothing…
“Audi.” I blinked, hoping the SOS I was giving with my eyelids by blinking my eyes would make him react normally. “Could you come here for a second?”
His eyes took me in for a few long moments then he got up and walked to the cart that was dividing him from us after Cakes got up and moved out of his way. “Haven’t heard that nickname in a while.”
No, he hadn’t.
I hadn’t used it since the day he’d walked in and walked right back out of the worst night of my life.
“Audi, I’d like you to meet Kory,” I said, purposefully not using his ‘captain’ title.
“Oh.” Audric held out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Kory took Audric’s hand, and I saw the two men size each other up.
“So you’re her boyfriend, eh?” Kory asked, sounding like he was in on some kind of joke. “How’d you crack the frost queen?”
I winced.
I knew what I was known as.
It didn’t make the name any better, though.
“She’s not a frost queen with me,” Audric replied. “And never has been.”
That was sort of true.
I’d always been kind of fiery with him.
Antagonistic.
Bitchy.
Never frosty, though.
The man deserved my ire, not my cold shoulder.
“Ahh, like that is it?” he asked. “How long have you known Creole?”
Audric’s eyes flicked to mine before he said, “Since we were fifteen.”
“Ahh, so you knew her son!”
And everything inside of me died all over again.
My son.
