Page 18 of Sugar

The pout that curved her bottom lip was nothing but bullshit—not that Josh or Doug knew it.

“Babe,” her not-boyfriend started.

Doug chuckled as he backed away toward his office. “You’re on your own.”

Wren and I busied ourselves grabbing snacks as Greer and Josh said a goodbye that was missing the heartache their separation should’ve called for.

Maybe it was because Coastal wasn’t that far away, and they knew they could see each other all the time.

Or maybe their relationship really was more finished than it’d seemed.

Wren quietly echoed my thoughts as Greer walked him to the door. “I didn’t really buy that they were broken up before, but now?”

“I know,” I whispered back. “She seems just… whatever about it.”

“Yup.”

Even once Greer returned, her cheeks were damp with tears, but she wasn’t in danger of falling apart.

“Okay, spill,” Wren pushed.

“Nope.” She took a shuddering breath, but her smile was genuine. At peace. “It’s movie time, and I call dibs on the circle float.”

“But that’s the best one,” Wren cried, though there was no fire in her whining. Not that she was wrong. The circle float offered ample space and a cup holder, while the others were long loungers that were prone to tipping with any sudden movement. She was only putting up the fight to offer Greer a distraction.

One our friend didn’t seem to need.

Oh, she’s definitely donezo with a capitaldone.

She helped us gather the snacks and started for the backdoor before pausing at the end of the island.

“What?” I asked before I glanced down to see what she was looking at.

A business card.

Or rather three matching ones.

All for Easton Wells, attorney at unlawful levels of attractiveness.

Wren ran her finger across the raised text. “I’ve got to hand it to him, it’s a striking design. It screams that what he lacks in a soul, he makes up for in good taste and money.”

She wasn’t wrong.

Matte gray with black embossing, they were as sexy and sophisticated as the man himself.

“But why’d he leave three?” she asked.

“Maybe he thought we should each have one in case we decide to go on any crime sprees,” Greer said.

With a graceful fart noise, Wren grabbed the one she’d been touching and crumpled it, tossing it into the sink where it would be destroyed by the disposal. Greer flicked the others before turning away, not caring where they landed.

My friends continued walking toward the door as they talked about how desperate Easton must be to land Doug as a client.

I silently followed.

After I discreetly snagged a card.

Just in case a life of crime calls to me…