He jumped in his seat, his heart thumping furiously. He wasn’t sure if it was because he’d gotten a genuine fright or if it was because it was Jennie and she’d made him nervous. Either way, he suddenly felt his legs turn to jelly and he was so thankful that he was already sitting down. He didn’t think his legs would have been able to support him otherwise.
Jennie raised her eyebrows as if to say, “Are you going to give me an explanation?” and he fumbled with the keys in the ignition in order to wind down the electric window.
“Tom, what are you doing here? Didn’t you get my message?”
“Message?” he asked. “Let me check my phone.” He pretended to scan her texts for a moment before replying. “Oh sorry, I missed that one.”
She looked as though she believed him, but then his brain kicked into gear and he felt himself suddenly exclaiming, “But if you’re tired, why are you out here in the middle of the night?”
His eyes scanned her outfit, which was anything but bedtime attire. She was wearing black tights with a short, metallic silver and very tight skirt and a black turtleneck sweater that showed off her figure.
Jennie had the grace to look somewhat guilty, but she covered it well and simply replied, “Oh, I’m off to meet a friend who suddenly needed me.”
Tom was suspicious. What kind of friend couldn’t wait until the morning? And more importantly, what kind of friend was Jennie so dressed up for? He couldn’t remember ever seeing her wearing something like that normally, apart from when she was going out drinking. Was she drinking with this friend?
“Which friend?” he heard himself ask. He silently cursed. What business is it of mine? he thought.
Jennie must have had the same thought because she simply said, “You don’t know him.”
She sighed. “Yes, I’m going to meet Ken.”
Tom felt his heart plummet into his stomach.
The Man Formally Known As Heartbreaker.