Your Turn to Suffer by Tim Waggoner (free romance novels .TXT) 📗

she was going to get out of Reeny, so she nodded her acceptance. She felt a little better after talking, and she was able to keep her hand mostly steady as she lifted her water to her mouth and finally took a drink. She drained half the glass before putting it back down.

Their server came over to the table. He was a handsome Asian man in his mid-twenties. Lori didn’t know if he was Thai, but from his slight accent she thought it likely. He eyed their full plates of food and then asked, “Is there something wrong?”

“Not at all,” Reeny said. “The food here’s always delicious. We just got carried away talking and lost track of time. Could we have a couple of to-go boxes?”

Lori envied how easily Reeny could talk to people. She’d always been socially skilled, even when they’d been children. She’d never had any trouble making friends and, later, getting dates, and her people skills served her well as a real estate agent. Lori did okay with people once she got to know them, but she was an introvert at heart. Interacting with people for too long a time exhausted her. Not Reeny, though. She drew energy from human contact, almost like she was a psychic vampire.

“Of course,” the server said. He smiled, then turned and walked away.

“Did something about that smile seem off to you?” Lori asked.

“Off?”

“Not right. Like he wasn’t really smiling at us, like he was faking it.”

“You’re starting to scare me,” Reeny said.

Lori took her gaze off their departing server and met her sister’s eyes. She saw concern there, but she saw wariness, too. She doesn’t trust me, Lori realized. She can’t predict what I’ll say and do next, and that scares her. She needed to cool it with the paranoia, at least until they left the restaurant and went their separate ways.

She dropped her gaze to her plate of cold pad thai. “Never mind,” she said.

She thought Reeny might make an issue of her comment about the server’s smile, but instead she said, “What does Justin think about all…this?”

Lori kept her eyes on her food as she answered. “I haven’t had a chance to tell him yet.”

“So I know and Larry knows, but Justin doesn’t. Your boyfriend Justin.”

Lori still had no appetite, but she picked up her fork and began moving rice noodles around on her plate. “We talked on the phone last night after I got home from FoodSaver. We got into an argument before I could tell him what had happened, and he hung up. I haven’t been able to get hold of him today.”

Reeny shook her head. Before she could respond further, the server returned to their table with a pair of Styrofoam containers. He handed one to each of the women, and as he did so, Lori checked to make sure his left pinky finger was free of polish. It was.

The server placed the check on the table and then with another smile that Lori thought was less than genuine, he left. Once he was gone, Reeny scowled at her, and she knew her sister had noticed her checking the man’s little finger. She didn’t comment on it, though.

“I’m not surprised you and Justin haven’t talked yet. You guys have a lot of trouble communicating.”

This was the last thing Lori needed right now. Reeny wasn’t Justin’s biggest fan, and she’d made no secret that she thought he wasn’t right for Lori. She thought he was too self-focused, almost to the point of being neurotic.

“This stuff isn’t the kind of thing you can communicate easily over the phone.” She hated how defensive she sounded, but whenever Reeny was critical of Justin – which was often – Lori felt a need to defend him. Or maybe she was defending her choice of him as a boyfriend. She felt that by making excuses, she was only confirming Reeny’s assessment, but she couldn’t stop herself.

Reeny seemed to sense this wasn’t the time to dig into Lori’s relationship problems, and she changed the subject. “Are you planning to go back to work today?”

Lori thought of Katie’s bloodstained mouth, saw her offering the remains of the cat and asking, Want some? “No fucking way. As soon as we’re done here, I’ll call in sick.”

Melinda would be pissed at the disruption in the afternoon’s schedule. Katie – assuming she wasn’t running around outside looking for more cats to eat – would have to call all of Lori’s clients for the rest of the day and reschedule their appointments. Lori didn’t care, though. She couldn’t bring herself to return to Get Moving! She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to go back.

The server returned for their check, and Reeny took a credit card from her wallet and handed it to him along with the bill. He took them with a smile and headed off again. Lori wanted to watch him closely as he departed, wanted to search for a sign – however small – that something was wrong about him. But she knew what Reeny would think if she did, and she forced herself not to look at the man as he walked away from their table. Reeny’s eyes narrowed as if she sensed Lori’s struggle, but she didn’t remark on it.

“Thanks for picking up the tab,” Lori said.

“My pleasure. So if you’re not going back to work, what are you going to do with yourself the rest of the day?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it yet.”

Normally, she might’ve gone home, but her apartment didn’t feel safe anymore. Even if one of the maintenance workers had replaced her patio door’s lock, there was no reason to think that the shadow creatures couldn’t find some way into her apartment again. And if they didn’t make another attempt to break in, if she fell asleep and took a nap, she might find herself back in the Vermilion Tower, picking up exactly where she’d left off, with the Cabal torturing her. And she had no