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I stood up and walked into the middle of their argument and they all stared at me with varying expressions but Nathalie’s shining eyes were all I needed to see. It meant my plan worked.
“I need to go now,” I told them stiffly. “I’m having an upset stomach. Must be those greens. They were most certainly fertilized with animal excrement.” I turned towards Nathalie and gave her a curt nod and a subtle wink. “See you soon, honey.”
I didn’t wait for a reply and hastened out of the house. I could imagine that Elizabeth and Greg were only too glad to see me out of their lives and preferably, out of their daughter’s as well.
The moment I hit the pavement; my phone rang again. This time, I picked up the call.
She’s on her honeymoon, I thought.What could she be calling me for?
Dread settled at the pit of my stomach when I realized that she might have found out about me telling Amanda about Dan cheating.Did Amanda tell Elle anything? Is she calling to chew my ass out about minding my own business?
But then again, for all her domineering ways, it wasn’t Elle’s style to get involved between me and Amanda, even back when we dated in high school. Sure, she would poke fun at me and remind me that my girlfriend—or any girl foolish enough to go out with me—drew the short end of the stick.
But she never interfered with any of my personal affairs. She never even said anything about me and Amanda growing apart after I left for London.
“Hello?” I answered hesitantly.
“Where the hell are you?” her voice blasted through the phone. “I’d been calling you over and over!”
I rolled my eyes as I held the cellphone away for a moment. She may be miles away but it felt like she was screaming at me up close.
“I had to take care of something,” I explained to her. “What’s got your panties all in a bunch, sis?”
However, instead of taking the bait, what she said next made the blood run cold in my veins.
“Amanda is in the Lucky George,” Elle told me, anger seeping into her voice. “And she had beencrying.”
“Well, why didn’t you call her boyfriend?” I asked her, bitterness coating my tongue at the word “boyfriend”.
Elle snorted derisively. “I don’t trust that asshole any further than I can throw him.”
I smiled a little at that and grabbed my clothes immediately. Apparently, my little sister didn’t think too highly of Dan either.
“Don’t worry. I’m on my way,” I reassured her.
Luckily, I was able to flag down a taxi almost immediately, and I promised the driver part of my liver and a kidney if he could get me to the Lucky George in less than ten minutes.
The driver looked at me like I was crazy before he flashed me a grin that matched my insanity, and then proceeded to drive down the road like a goddamn maniac. I had to hold on to the dashboard for dear life, all the while hoping I would get to Amanda in time and, most preferably, alive.
Why the heck would she be crying at the Lucky George? Could it be—
My thoughts trailed off when the taxi came to a screeching halt right in front of the Lucky George. It was Friday night and there were significantly more people here, compared to when Julian and I had last been. Uneasiness filled my belly when I realized that Amanda was in there, in a vulnerable position with God knows who probably waiting for the perfect opportunity to take advantage of her.
I paid the taxi driver and gave him a generous tip. He grinned at me and gave me a thumbs up sign before driving off at a more sedate—and acceptable—pace.
Bobby, the monstrous bouncer, was at his post by the door, his large frame blocking possible troublemakers and kids with fake IDs. He nodded curtly at me in recognition before letting me in.
Immediately, my eyes scanned the area for her, hoping she was still in the restroom or at least, the bar. If she was at the bar, she would at least have the bartender to watch out for her, right?
To my horror, Amanda was already on the dance floor in a dress that barely covered her assets, dancing way too close to a guy who was looking at her like he was going to eat her right then and there. She was moving sinuously, her tousled hair lending her a sultry appeal that was so far detached from her usual demeanor as Miss Ross, the kindergarten teacher. A bunch of idiots were already ogling her at the sides, most probably waiting for their turn to dance with her and grope her.
My stomach turned at the thought.
I jumped into the dance floor and physically peeled the creep off Amanda.
“Hey!” he protested indignantly, giving me a dirty look. “You gotta—”
I just glared at him. “Back off, bud. She’s not yours tonight.”
