RILEY
I stopped in place, meeting Gareth's gaze with confusion.
“What do you mean Hannah isn’t here?” I asked.
Gareth tutted. “You haven’t heard? Poor Hannah… I really thought she would have told you.”
“Stop f*****g around,” I snapped at him as annoyance and dread bloomed within me. “What are you talking about? I don’t have time for this, Gareth.”
“Sure, I could tell you,” he replied with a sly sort of smirk. “But this is more of a sit down conversation. Let’s find a table inside, yeah. We can talk over coffee. You’re still a sucker for a vanilla latte, right?”
My nose crinkled in automatic disgust. “Maybe like five years ago. Absolutely not. Just tell me what you’re talking about so I can go find Hannah. I don’t have time for whatever game you’re trying to play.”
Gareth shrugged. “
