[Lance’s POV]
Ten minutes later the taxi that I ride in pulls in front of Violet’s house, where she obediently sits waiting for me. Smiling, I pull some cash out of my pocket and then pass it to the driver before jumping out and heading toward the woman waiting on me.
“You actually waited,” I say, trying to start light conversation. “And here I thought that you would already be halfway to finding Chandler.”
“How long?” She asks, lifting her gaze to mine.
“How long what?”
For a moment she doesn’t speak as she watches me, her gaze unreadable aside from the hurt that she is feeling. Was this hurt directed at Chandler for him leading her on, or was it directed at me?
“How long did you suspect that he was playing with me?”
Her question slams into me like a ton of bricks while I realize t
