“What are you doing here?” she asked. I stared at her like a deer caught in headlights. What was she doing here? I should be asking that question.
“What are you doing ‘here ?” I asked her, instead.
“Are you flipping the question on me?” she huffed. “I asked you first.”
“Can we go somewhere more private?” I suggested, my heart hammering.
“You better have a good reason as to why you are there,” she said, her eyes narrowing into slits.
We got into the car she came with. I tried to relax, but I couldn't. I was on edge due to the hunger and Chloe finding out; if she knew, Eric would too. I gave the address for an oriental restaurant that served really good food—it was what I was craving. We stepped into the restaurant and found a quiet corner booth to sit.
“Okay, spill everything,” she co
