I asked as I made my way across the site, looking through the crowd for Tatum. “Five minutes,” Ivory replied, and I hung up as soon as I saw Ezra. “Take a walk, Tatum,” I said, my eyes locked on Ezra’s over her shoulder. “Go find Cadence.” “We’re just talking,” she shot back, but when I lowered my gaze to hers, she huffed before mumbling something about refilling her drink and disappeared. “Having fun?” I asked, my fingers flexing, itching to make contact with his pretty boy face. “Look, man,” he held up his hands. “We were just talking. I was doing Riley a favor.” “I’m about to do Riley a favor too.” I took a step closer to him before dipping my hand into my pocket and pulling out the small baggie and holding it up between us. “Recognize this?” He laughed nervously, shaking his head.
