Emily’s POV

Austin texted at noon on a Thursday to my secondary number I only used three times.

I never gave him that contact, but didn’t know how he got it.

The message was four words. I read it twice before I even admitted it meant something.

I need to talk.

I stared at it for a moment. Then I typed back one word and sent it before I could think too carefully about whether I should.

Where.

He chose a hotel bar in Midtown that was busy enough to be noticed.

I arrived ...