The waiter kept bringing dish after dish, and Petty quickly noticed that Nash had ordered everything she loved.
Nash wasn’t just her grad school advisor. Way back in elementary school, she and Laura had become close friends. But since Eaton wasn’t a fan of Laura, Laura often ended up spending weekends at Nash’s house, and she always brought Petty along.
From those days on, Nash had always treated Petty really well. Sometimes, Petty even felt like he was kinder to her than to Laura. He once joked that seeing her was like seeing her mom, his old classmate.
So even after she and Laura had their falling out, Nash never took sides. He treated Petty just the same as he always had.
Petty leaned over and placed some food into Nash’s bowl. “Did you not sleep well? You look a little tired today.”
“Really?” Nash’s fingers tightened around his chopsticks and his expression darkened just a bit. “Maybe. There’s a project that’s been keeping me up lately.”
“You should take care of yourself.” Petty ladled him some soup.
Nash glanced at her, his expression softening. “You eat some too.”
Petty just nodded, and they continued the meal, talking about little things here and there. The conversation was easy, the mood warm and relaxed.
Suddenly, Nash’s phone buzzed with a new message. He checked it, finding a text from an unfamiliar number.
[Nash, I’m counting on you for your part. Everything else is handled.]
Nash’s hand froze midair. He could almost hear that polite, cultured voice in his mind, as if the man was speaking right through the screen. But he knew better. That kind of surface charm only hid the cruelty and danger beneath.
He couldn’t let anyone find out what he was up to. He had worked too hard to get where he was, and he wasn’t about to let anyone ruin it.
“Petty.”
She looked up from her soup when she heard Nash say her name. “Yeah?”
A silver chain with a round pendant suddenly dipped in front of her face, swaying gently side to side, catching the light and making a soft little chime.
A few seconds passed.
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