Leo
As Willow walks out, Chloe gazes at her, then shifts her attention back to me, takes Willow’s seat, and starts eating the crab left on the plate.
I raise my eyebrows, “I thought you were going to talk to her.”
“No, I’ll see her later,” she says dismissively. “Right now, I need to talk to you,” she sips the mojito mocktail that Willow left behind and she smiles, noticing my confusion.
“Talk to me about what? Do you want to order something?”
“Maybe a drink later. I want to talk about us, but before that, I want to talk about Willow’s kidnapping.” She says casually.
“I have handled it. What about it?” I ask defensively.
“You are pretty defensive for someone with scars. They need to pay for what they did to both of you. Do you know why they kidn*pped her?”
“No,” I shake my
