Chapter Eleven
Two days later, Skylar and I walk into some deli to meet Chelsea for lunch. She stands when she sees us, frantically raising her hand like we’d miss her in the small downtown lunch spot.
“Hey.” Skylar frees herself from her jacket and sits down at the table.
“I didn’t know you were bringing him.” She looks me up and down, unimpressed.
“Him? Do you have amnesia? You know my name.” I don’t bother taking off my jacket because it’s more trouble than it’s worth and I’m not planning on staying long.
“We were coming from a doctor’s appointment,” Skylar says, hanging her jacket off the back of the chair.
“I’ll gladly leave,” I comment, and Chelsea shoots me a look that says yes please.
She glances over my shoulder for a second and then her narrowed eyes widen, a smile overtak
