Chapter 38: I’m Not Yours
Evelyn drew her head, taken aback. "Oh?"
Then she smiled dryly to herself, fingers coming up to drag through her hair. "Who cares...? Right. No one does. But do you know how many times I called, and you never answered? You didn’t tell me anything and just left. I was worried! Okay! Yes, I was concerned, because I had no idea where the hell you were and no matter how many times I called, no matter who I asked or how hard I tried to reach, I couldn’t figure out where you were or—"
"Worry about yourself first, Evelyn," Zayne said, breaking his silence. "You’re the one with a hit on your back, not me."
Her back stiffened. She stared, watching him pop open the buttons of his vest.
"Right. Yes, I am. I’m the one with a hit on my back, not you. And you want to know something?"
Zayne ran his fingers through his hair. He wouldn’t like what she was going to say next. She was angry and he hadn’t even meant to make her mad. Maybe he’d thought this was better than having to hear whatever she’d have to say about what he’d done at the company.
His stomach knotted regardless of his nonchalant approach to it. Bile burned the back of his throat and—
"Unlike you, I found a way to keep myself safe. To get the stupid hits off my back," she spat.
He twisted his head to look at her. "A way that you didn’t tell me about. You did all that and kept it from me. You put me in that will without even letting me know. Why? Didn’t trust me enough to tell me, is that it?"
"No, of course not." She scowled at him. "Why would that ever be the reason? I’ve never said that I didn’t trust you. None of that is the reason at—"
"If this helps you, then so be it. You can choose to keep to yourself, fine by me. Like I said—"