#Chapter 138

Evelyn

After a beat Warren asks in a gruff thick voice. "What the fuck is going on?"

"Nothing. I have to go to work." I fold my arms over my chest to hide my fidgeting hands.

"Bullshit." Warren steps closer to me and my heart pounds in my chest.

"It's not."

"Then why aren't you looking at me?"

"I am." I enunciate in frustration.

"You're looking at my fucking chest. Look into my eyes."

The stupid crazy asshole knows I can't do that. I can't lie to someone while looking into their eyes. It's a telltale he picked up as my best friend ten years ago.

"I will...