Chapter 58 - 59 Rhys’s POV: Two Hundred Grand
After leaving Yvaine’s party, Rhys and Catherine didn’t speak a word.
Neither of them had the energy to fake it.
The whole night had been one long humiliation marathon, and they were both too pissed to bother pretending otherwise.
At the kerb, Rhys pulled his coat tighter and grunted, ‘Wait here. I’ll get the car.’
‘Fine,’ Catherine muttered.
He’d barely turned the corner when some guy leapt out of the flowerbed, nearly scaring Catherine into an early grave.
‘Cathy!’ the boy hissed.
He couldn’t have been older than twenty, and he was wearing a rent-a-cop uniform two sizes too big.
She recognised him instantly and dragged him right back behind the bushes by the scruff of his sleeve.
Her nails dug into his arm.
‘Are you insane?’ she hissed, wild-eyed. ‘I told you not to contact me! How the hell did you even find me? If anyone sees us—Jesus, I’m screwed.’
He shook her off, flicked a half-smoked cigarette onto the ground.