Chapter Ten
A Thursday Night Angel
Carlos wasn’t a bad friend, he just didn’t know his friends very well. I told him no more favors—ever. I’d find my boyfriends myself. He never takes offense at anything, just laughed off my anger, and said he’d keep looking for the kind of guy I needed. I said, don’t bother, but I knew he was always working some kind of angle and the incident with Robby and Nick wouldn’t stop him.
The day after my scare, Tony showed up at the diner again.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Hangover,” I answered—been rehearsing that line since I realized what a stupid thing I’d done calling him.
“You’re sure?”
Boy, the man was suspicious of everything. “Absolutely!” I voiced happily.
His eyes poked me like knives, and his voice got lower. It wasn’t exactly the best place
