“And he accused you of provoking Sally? Oh, puh-leeze.” Nate’s indignation sharpens his voice. “Someone needs to give that boy a few smacks upside the head and beat some sense into him.”
“That, I agree with,” I mutter, my gaze dropping to the table. My nails dig into the wood as I struggle to keep the anger contained. “I can’t believe he accused me of that.”
“Neither can I,” Nate says with a vehement shake of his head. “Look, I hate being that friend, but something about this doesn’t add up. Hot as heck as he is, there’s something else going on here. I can feel it, and it’s not sitting well with me.”
The worst part is I hate that he’s right. The knot in my chest tightens, constricting with every breath.
Elijah has been distant and evasive. And now, this?
I open my mouth to respond, bu
