Wildcard: Volume Two (Wilcard, #2) (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
I laugh, because it’s been over an hour since I’d ordered, and although I’d forgotten about it, I’m angry because I don’t like being made to wait. How long does it take to fry some fucking fish? I open the door and wander back inside without looking up. “Just leave it on the table,” I mutter. “Ryder.” I freeze. I had to be hearing things, because that sounded a fucking awful lot like her. I turn around slowly. She’s standing in front of me. The first thing that enters my head is where’s my fucking fish, which is crazy, because I’m still not hungry. “What the fuck do you want?” I ask. My voice is cold and I don’t make eye contact with her. “I-I want to explain,” she pleads. Her fingers are trembling. I look away. No. I refuse to let her drag me back in. “You don’t contact me at all in the past forty-six hours and I’m suddenly supposed to drop everything because you want to explain?” I laugh. I take a step towards her, because I can’t deny the part of me that needs to hear what she has to say.
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