Reasonable Doubt: Volume 2 (Reasonable Doubt 2)
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“Hmmm.” He was quiet. “And while you were stalking me and my date how many shots did you have?”
“I wasn’t stalking you and your date. I’ve been avoiding you all week, or haven’t you noticed?”
“How many?”
“Five.”
“Okay.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ll take you home whenever you’re ready and have someone deliver your car to your apartment tomorrow.” He planted a kiss on my forehead before heading to the door. “Just call me.”
“Wait,” I said as he opened it. “What about your date?”
“What about her?”
***
An hour later, I slipped inside of Andrew’s car—a sleek black Jaguar. He held the door open until I was comfortable, and waited until I put on my seatbelt before shutting it.
On his dashboard, I spotted a red folder with a New York state seal on its center. I picked it up, but Andrew immediately took it from me and locked it inside his glove box.
He looked offended that I’d touched it, but he quickly turned away from me and revved up the car.
“Can I ask you something, Andrew?”
“Depends on what it is.”
“I googled you this week and nothing came up...”
“That’s not a question.”
“Why didn’t anything come up?” I looked over at him.
“Because I’m thirty-two years old and I don’t waste my time on Facebook and Twitter.”
I sighed. “And you really haven’t spoken to her in six years?”
“Excuse me?” He looked over at me as we approached a red light. “I thought we just sorted this out in the bathroom.”
“We did, but—” I cleared my throat. “You filed for a divorce, and it couldn’t go through?”
“It takes two people to complete a divorce, Aubrey. Surely you know that.”
“Yes, but...” I ignored the fact that he was clenching his jaw. “Wouldn’t it be easier for someone like you to make it happen? Six years is a pretty long time to stay married to someone you claim you don’t love anymore, so—”
“You’d be surprised at how well some people can spin a f**king lie to get what they want,” he said, his voice cold. “My past isn’t up for discussion.”
“Ever?”
“Ever. It has nothing to do with you.”
I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms. “Are you ever going to tell me the reason why you left New York and moved to Durham?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t have to.” He steered the car into my apartment complex. “Because like I told you an hour ago, that part of my life never happened.”
“I’m not going to tell anyone. I just—”