Arielle
“Does this person have a name?” I asked, narrowing my eyes slightly.
Joel hesitated. Then he shook his head.
That alone told me everything. I knew he wasn’t being completely honest. He knew something.
“He just said she’s dangerous. And that you two…don’t move along,” he added carefully. “That’s all I know.”
I hummed, walking toward the couch with two glasses of wine in my hands.
Joel immediately stepped forward. “Let me help you with that.”
“Thanks.”
I returned to the kitchen to grab the tray of fruits I had prepared earlier, but before I could lift it, Joel was already beside me again.
He took it from me without a word. Then his eye shifted toward the couch. He set them on the table.
“Looks like someone left you a package,” he said.
I paused. “What package?”
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