NATHAN’S POV
“You don’t like who?”
I spun around only to find Alastair standing right behind me with the cat in her arms, its green eyes staring at me accusingly as though I had just lied about my whole existence. But no … in my defense, I did not lie.
Per se.
I swallowed the growing lump in my throat and almost choked as I realized that she might have heard the entire conversation. “What are you doing here?” I asked and chuckled awkwardly. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Warren?”
Alastair just shook her head and opened the door to her car, strapping the cat in like a kid. “I’m bored. Let’s go out for a drive?”
“Yeah, but aren’t you supposed to meet Chuck and Warren for the meeti—”
“Let’s go,” she just said, cutting me off halfway through my sentence and started the engine, her fin
