She really ought to have called in by now. B.B. would be waiting. He’d be wondering and very likely worried. He worried about her easily. If she was half an hour late, he’d be a wreck when she got back. She liked to think it was just need—he needed her, and if she’d been killed in a car accident, who was going to make his dinner? But it was more than that. In his own self-absorbed way, B.B. loved her. She knew he did. And that made it harder.She hadn’t been following the kid and his friend since the Chinese restaurant. Why bother? It was clear to her she wasn’t going to tell B.B. anything. Aphrodite seemed to like them, she had that feeling from her long-dead twin, and she especially liked the friend, Melford. That just went to show that she and Aphrodite were agreeing on things more often, because Desiree liked him, too. Following them, giving B.B. what he wanted, would feel like a betrayal, and that meant that in the end she was going to have to betray someone.What Melford had said about sitting by idly, about winking at evil because it was easy to do so—it had felt like he was talking about her.
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