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Sequence of Events
It wasn’t supposed to happen.
It all started with a text.
Are you going to come over and get her things?
Nate sent the text to Rory without really thinking about it. He had seen the number in Evie’s contacts — during the cheating escapades, of course, in retrospect — but he had never thought he would actually be using it on his own. Jotting the number down before she left with just a suitcase had been a spur of the moment decision.
But the text? It was like pulling a trigger.
Rory’s answer came that night. Let me guess. Nathaniel?
Nate, if you please.
If you’re looking for Evie, she’s not here.
The words made Nate raise his eyebrows. Then he thumbed out a response. Off to another boy toy?
Who knows? I don’t have a tracker on her.
Then I guess she’s MIA.
Nate thought that would be the end of that — another text thread gone to the wolves — except a line of three dots appeared a few moments later. Intrigued, Nate watched until the dots conjured words into being.
You wanna go out for drinks sometime? Shoot the shit about our lady troubles?
