~CHAPTER SIXTY TWO~
AMELIA’S POV
We step out of the restroom together.
Cassie adjusts the collar of my coat around her shoulders, glancing at herself in the mirror one last time. I smooth down hers.
“Okay,” she mutters. “This feels illegal.”
“It’s not,” I say.
It feels like it.
I press a claim ticket into her palm. Our fingers squeeze for half a second, longer than necessary.
“If anyone follows, just drive home. Don’t stop anywhere.”
She studies my face. “Amelia…”
“I’ll be right behind you.”
That’s a lie.
She knows it.
But she nods anyway.
We walk out separately.
She exits first.
I count to five before stepping out.
Cassie keeps her head slightly lowered, just like I usually do. Some seconds later, she slides into the driver’s seat of my car.
At the curb, my Uber is alrea
