Sadie’s POV
He was leaning against the driver's side door, arms crossed, face unreadable. He hadn't been there when I walked out of the library. He had appeared sometime in the five minutes since Derek left, which meant he had either been watching from a distance or he had arrived in the narrow window between Derek's departure and mine.
Given what I knew about Taylor Blackwood, it was the former.
"How much did you see?" I asked, stopping a few feet away.
"Enough."
"Which means all of it."
"I saw a man hand you an envelope. I saw you take it. I saw you stand there after he left, looking like someone had just told you something you didn't want to hear."
"He told me he was sober."
"And you believed him."
"It didn't matter whether I believed him. I took the envelope and told him to l
