Page 49 of Killer Honeymoon
“Damn, my husband is smoking hot,” Sawyer said as he fanned his face.
Royce smirked over at him. “Hey, you had your chance. You told menot now.”
Sawyer groaned, but the front door opened before he could reply.
“What the hell do you want?” Evan snarled.
“Christ, Ev,” Clint said as he muscled his friend out of the way. “They’re not your enemies.”
“No, that would be the three of you,” Evan said. “I cannot believe you blabbed my business to strangers.”
“It wasn’t justyourbusiness,” Chrissy said from inside the house.
Sawyer couldn’t see either her or Jen, and he didn’t like it. “You ladies okay in there?” he called out.
Evan rolled his eyes, took a few steps back, and made an exaggerated sweeping gesture with his arms toward the couch where Jen and Chrissy sat. They weren’t huddled together and didn’t appear to be frightened, but Sawyer wasn’t taking chances.
“Are you okay?” Sawyer asked again.
“We’re fine,” Jen said. “Just pissed and ready to go home.”
“And hurt,” Chrissy added, then widened her eyes. “Not physically. Just my feelings.”
“Your feelings?” Evan asked. “Youdumpedmeyesterday, not the other way around. What right do you have to be angry at me for finding a lady who appreciated all I have to offer?”
“You didn’t have to do it right under her nose, asshole,” Jen said. “Then again, decency and respect are foreign concepts to someone like you.”
Evan barked out a dry laugh. “You were nothing more than trailer trash when I met you, Jennifer. I introduced you to a whole new world, one that includes your boyfriend. You should be thanking me, not getting pissed because your bestie is a fickle—”
Clint’s fist connected with Evan’s face before he could finish his insult. “Don’t speak to them, about them, or even look at them. Consider our friendship over.”
Evan stabbed a finger in the ladies’ direction once he recovered from the surprise, but he didn’t look away from Clint. “You’re choosing them over me? After everything we’ve been through?”
Clint snorted. “Everything we’ve been through?” he asked. “Do you mean Little League and Boy Scouts? Or society events at the country club our parents belong to? You make it sound like we ran away from a dangerous foster home and escaped poverty together, Evan. I don’t even recognize who you are anymore.”
“He’s the guy who manipulates us into doing his dirty work for him,” Jen said.
“And the guy whose convinced me—allof us,” Chrissy amended, “that we were lucky someone like him wanted to be with us. The truth is, something is deeply broken inside you, and you need to fix it while you still can.”
“Ifhe can,” Jen corrected.
Evan flicked his gaze between his three companions, then shrugged like nothing they said mattered. Sawyer noted a flicker of something that looked like hurt or remorse in his eyes before he blinked it away. Maybe he wasn’t a complete sociopath, but was he a killer? “Fine,” Evan sneered. “I won’t stay where I’m not wanted.” His lips twisted into a crude leer. “I’ll just go stay with Juno. She wants me just fine, and I have the claw marks on my back to prove it.”
Chrissy rolled her eyes, Jen flipped him off, and Clint looked utterly disgusted.
“Is that where you were during the storm?” Royce asked. “With this Juno person?”
Evan narrowed his eyes and studied Royce. “What’s it to you, asshole?”
“He’s a dickhead,” Sawyer said. “I’m the asshole.”
Evan flicked his gaze between them. “Is that a gay thing? Like top and bottom?”
“Nah,” Royce said. “It’s the pet names we have for each other. Answer my question.”
“I don’t have to answer anything,” Evan quipped.
“You’ll change your tune once we tell the police chief about your argument with Moore,” Clint said.