Page 32 of Five Minute Man
He arched a brow. “Yeah, something like that.”
Liz muttered something distinctly unladylike under her breath. “Well, you’re not the first she’s pulled that crap on, and you probably won’t be the last. Unfortunately, if she’s set her sights on you, you’ve got a bull’s-eye on your backside until someone else catches her eye.”
“A lot of people catch her eye,” he grunted.
“Yes, but the only ones she latches on to are the ones who look the other way. As long as she’s the one walking away, you’re golden. But ifyoudo the walking ... well, let’s just say Eve doesn’t handle rejection well.”
“How do you know so much about her?”
For a brief moment, the mask cracked and Liz grimaced as though in pain. “Let’s just say I have my own personal history with Eve. The question now is: what are we going to do about Holly?”
She glanced down the hall, seeing the bodybuilder showing off to a younger girl while Eve glared at them, looking like steam was about to come out of her ears at any second. If what Adam had said was true, and Liz had no reason to think otherwise, Eve might spot him and forget about the bodybuilder. She had to get him out of there ... fast.
“Come on,” she said, grabbing his forearm and leading him toward the exit. “We’ll talk about it over coffee. You’re buying.”
