Page 12 of Seizing Mack
“Look, Cameron,” Stacy’s voice was quiet, yet firm. “I don’t mean to be rude, but Kent shouldn’t be talking about things he knows nothing about, and you shouldn’t believe everything you hear.”
The redhead stormed out of the bathroom and made a beeline for the patio. Stacy came out a few moments later and spotted him. Genuine sympathy crossed over her features.
“You heard that, didn’t you? I’m sorry. Some people don’t know when to keep their big mouths shut.”
Nick nodded. Stacy wasn’t wrong. “Thanks.”
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
“No, I’m sorry.”
“We went to high school together. I was Stacy Leonard then.”
Nick searched his memories for the name, coming up with a picture of a skinny girl with thick glasses and braces, but it was hard to reconcile that image with the slightly plump, radiant-faced beauty standing next to him now. “Ms. Opelka’s algebra class, right?”
Her smile was brilliant and genuine. “You do remember!”
“I do now, but in my defense, you look a little different now than you did then.”
She laughed. “Contact lenses and three kids will do that to you. Listen, can I give you a piece of friendly, unsolicited advice?” Nick nodded. “Watch your back around Kent, okay?”
Nick had already figured that out. Though Kent was outwardly friendly when others were around, Nick kept picking up a distinctlyunfriendly vibe, one that seemed to extend beyond simple office politics. It felt personal, which didn’t make any sense. Nick hadn’t even met the guy until a week ago.
“Yeah. It’s thewhyof it that eludes me.”
Stacy’s eyes widened. “You don’t know? Kent Emerson is Eve Sanderson’s cousin.”
Well, that explained a lot. “No, I didn’t know that, but thanks for the heads-up.”
