Chapter 43

Trevor couldn’t quite figure out what the husband wanted, and the waiter seemed just as flummoxed, because everyone just kept asking Susan if she was okay, which she insisted she was, and then the husband would start all over again. After this cycled through twice, the waiter offered them a complimentary dessert, which enraged the husband more.

“You think you can make this gross indecency disappear by bribing us with dessert?” he snarled.

Trevor’s last thread of control snapped. He stood from the table fast enough that the squeal of his chair legs on the floor drew every eye to him. “Excuse you?”

The husband startled back slightly, as if he hadn’t realized Chase had been sitting with someone before now. “What do you want?”