Page 71 of The Bad Husband

I guess all that experience he acquired has paid off.

Keira calls a cab for herself, while Frankie offers to give me a ride home.

It’s too late for another drink, and besides, we need to talk before we know for sure whether we’re doing this or not.

Keira told me she’d talked to him, and he knows exactly what I’m looking for.

Well, I’m not so sure my goals have stayed the same.

Despite what I said to Damon, and what would be the right thing to do––pursue whatever opportunity I have to get some fun over the summer and not waste my time with married men––I’m a little uncertain about this.

Damon’s signaling to me behind his wife was more than telling.

Keira noticed it and asked me what it was all about. I played stupid and said I had no idea.

I had a very clear idea about what he was conveying, and the fact that he was so tense when he left, he didn’t say goodbye to us, and gave off vibes that things were about to worsen between us only supported that idea.

Frankie and I stay with Keira while she’s waiting for her ride. As I move my eyes up and down the road, and not far from us, I notice a black sports car.

My heart skips a beat, and my chest tightens.

The lights are turned off, so I look around, trying to locate the owner.

There’s no way this is not his car. I never bothered to memorize the license plate, but it must be his car.

Please don’t tell me he’s inside that car, watching us right now.

A shiver sweeps my spine.

Anything is possible, but I can’t say for sure. The car is parked in a dark spot, and the windows are tinted.

Why would he be here?

What business does he have here at this hour?

I thought that he and Henrietta were going straight to the club.

His nightclub is in the other part of town.

I shift my eyes away and look in the opposite direction.

There’s no sign of Keira’s cab, so I gesture to her.

“I’ll be right back,” I say before setting myself in motion.

I cross the street and go straight to the black car.

He’s not inside––I don’t think so. That doesn’t stop me from knocking on the window, just in case. I can’t tell whether he is inside just by looking.

I can’t see a damn thing through the tinted window.

Eventually, I feel ridiculous stalking his ride and move away from it.

Keira is about to climb into the cab when I return.

“Everything all right?” she asks.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. We’ll talk later,” I say with a wry smile.