“So how long have you and Agatha been friends?”
I try to make conversation as Neal drives, his eyes as focused on the road as they were on me a few minutes ago.
“Nearly three years.”
“And what does she do?”
A look I can’t explain crosses over his face. “She’s a psychologist.”
Of course. She’s obviously loaded.
“Where did you guys meet?”
The car jerks suddenly and I grab the edges of my seat out instinct. Scared, I glance up at Neal to see him glaring daggers at the road in front of him.
Adrenaline pounds ferociously in my throat. Something tells me that look is meant for me.
“Why the questions?” He growls quietly as the car resumes its smooth driving.
I shakily regain my composure.
“If I’m going to play the part, I have to know more about her.”
He yields no further reply and
