[CAMI]
I come back to the table with too many eyes still following me. I can feel them on the back of my head, burning into me.
They know. Do they know? How the f**k would they know?
Zeke watches me as I slip back into my chair. I have a feeling he senses something is going on. Maybe he can see what played out inside the bathroom on my face like a movie.
And maybe I am giving myself away—my fingers clutch the compact-filled clutch like it’s a weapon. My legs feel weak. My heart’s punching holes into my ribs. And there’s a buzzing sound in my ears. The auction’s muted to me.
Fuck. Pull it together. Just act normal.
But my gaze flicks to his wine glass. The red glistens under the light. One move. One flick of the wrist. One distraction. That’s all it would take to kill him. If I man
