Preston: Thinking about it. You need to be friends with her. Get closer. Make her trust you.
That’s all. He sent it early last night and didn’t follow up with anything else. For instance, the slightest clue how I’m supposed to do the impossible.
A million red flags wave like crazy in my brain as I stare at the text like it’s going to miraculously change. How the hell am I supposed to be her friend, even by pretending? And it would definitely have to be pretend since there’s no fucking way I’d ever be her real friend. Not after what she’s done.
I’m sure her husband would stand in the way. What about that? He’s probably wedged so far up her ass that she doesn’t make a move without him. He won’t let me within ten feet of her. So that’s sort of a wall I’m going to have to get over.
Then there’s the whole part where I have nothing in common with the girl. I couldn’t possibly. Little Miss Golden-haired Angel. It doesn’t matter that bad things happened to her. She didn’t grow up like I did.
I don’t even know how to make friends. I never had any, no real ones. Other people seemed to make friends so easily, like it was nothing. I was always on the outside, looking in. What do I do? Walk up to her and announce we should be besties? Yeah, that would work. She would only make sure to avoid me from then on.
Me: No way.
My thumb hovers over the button to send the message, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I don’t want him to be mad at me. I did say I’d do everything I could, too. But this is something I can’t do.
He’s not going to want to hear that. Nash deserves justice, and Preston wants to make sure Aspen suffers for every stab wound.
I have to at least try. For Nash.
I delete the first message and type another one instead. I don’t know how I’ll make it happen, but I see the point. If she trusts me, she’ll let me get closer to her. And that’s when she’ll be vulnerable.
Me: Okay. I’ll keep you posted.
I send the text before turning off the phone and returning it to its hiding place. Did I promise more than I can deliver? I sure as hell hope not.