I didn't call Sawyer right away.
I sat with what Bianca told me for almost an hour, turning it over, trying to decide if it changed anything or if it only felt like it did because I was still raw from everything else. By the time I picked up my phone, my hands weren't quite steady.
‘We need to talk. Tonight if you can.’
‘I'm free now,’ he wrote back immediately. ‘Your place or mine?’
‘Neutral ground. The diner near the arena.’
There was a pause before his next message. ‘That bad?’
‘I don't know yet. That's why we're talking.’
*****
He was already sitting in a corner booth when I arrived, two cups of coffee in front of him, one clearly poured for me. He stood slightly as I sat down, an old habit that usually made me smile. Tonight I barely n
