Chapter 22
Kathleen
Natalie glared at me, her eyes narrowing.
Her lips curled up into a sneer. "You think I'm going to fight you? A f*****g waitress?" She spat the words like a curse. "I've got better things to do with my time." She pointed a long, delicately manicured finger at me. "Just stay the hell out of my way."
There was a quiver in her voice, something I couldn't place at first.
Then I could.
Fear.
The blond swept by us and charged down the hall, dangerously close to falling off her high heels as she fled.
"Damn." Lily let out a soft laugh. "You scared the s**t out of her. Possibly literally—she's walking sort of awkwardly."
"Good." My pulse was pounding in my ears, sweat pooling at the base of my spine as I straightened up. "I feel like I'm about to faint."
"Not in publi
