Chapter 30
Ethan
I’m overreacting. Clark, the married mechanic, just happens to be leaving at the same time as Tilda.
I reach the door before it closes.
He’s going to walk to his car and not say a word to her.
But he doesn’t turn toward the parking lot.
He reaches for her.
This motherfucker reaches for her.
He doesn’t call out.
Doesn’t introduce himself.
Doesn’t let her know he’s behind her.
He just reaches for her.
I don’t fucking think so, Clark.
I lunge forward, darting my hand out and catching the back of his shirt a moment before he makes contact with Tilda.
My fingers tighten in the fabric, and I jerk him away.
He stumbles, too surprised to even make a sound, but he keeps his feet as I force him to walk toward the parking lot. Away from Tilda.