Wren seemed a little oblivious to that, though, as the two of them discussed which of the books he’d narrated that she might be interested in.
They stayed at the counter for over two hours, talking, laughing, picking off each other’s plates. And I couldn’t stop watching.
Because, my God, did happiness look good on her.
And I just hoped for her sake that Liam was every bit as good as he appeared to be.
“Okay. We are going to head out,” Wren said as the two of them got up. “Apparently, there is this all-night ice cream place we have to check out. It’s geared toward stoners, but…”
“But stoners have great taste in desserts,” I said.
“Exactly.”
“Have lots of fun,” I told them. “And text me when you get home, okay?” I asked, giving her a hug.
“I will. Liam, it was really nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand when he offered it.
“You too,” he agreed, giving me another of those shy smiles that I decided were my new favorite thing. For Wren at least. For me, I preferred Salvatore’s little cocky smirks.
With that, they headed out.
And it was right about then that I finally realized that Anthony hadn’t shown up.
I made a mental note to text Salvatore, mostly out of concern for Anthony himself, after I handled a few more of my tables who hadn’t been getting the best attention since I’d been a little focused on my sister and Liam.
Liam, who I hoped to see again.
Liam, who I would see again.
Soon.
Way too freaking soon.
And covered in blood.
Practically falling in the front door, clutching his face.
“He took her!” he yelled.
I didn’t have to ask.
I knew.
I knew who took her.
I didn’t stop to think.
I didn’t call for backup.
I just grabbed my purse and ran.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Anthony
I had no idea what the fuck I’d done in this life—or a past one—to deserve the absolute shit luck I’d been dealt.
I mean… shot, stabbed, shot, and now a fucking car accident? Seriously?