sely. I flush under her intense
gaze.
“You’ve lost weight. A lot of weight. And you look
different. Grown up. What’s been going on?” she says, all
mother hen, concerned and bossy. “I like your dress. Suits
you.”
you.”
“A lot’s happened since you went away. I’ll tell you
later when we’re on our own.” I am not ready for the
Katherine Ka一vanagh Inquisition just yet. She regards me
suspiciously.
“You’re okay?” she asks gently.
“Yes,” I smile, though I’d be happier knowing where
Christian is.
“Cool.”
“Hi, Ethan.” I grin at him, and he gives me a quick hug.
“Hi, Ana,” he whispers in my ear.
José frowns at him.
“How was lunch with Mia?” I ask Ethan.
“Interesting,” he says cryptically.
Oh?
“Ethan—you know José?”
“We’ve met once,” José mutters, assessing Ethan as
they shake hands.
“Yeah, at Kate’s place in Vancouver,” Ethan says,
smiling pleasantly at José. “Right—who’s for a drink?”
I make my way to the restrooms. While there I text
Christian our location; perhaps he’ll join us. There are no
missed calls from him and no e-mails. This is not like him.
“Whassup, Ana?” José asks as I come back to the
table.
“I can’t reach Christian. I hope he’s okay.”
“He’ll be fine. Like another beer?”
“Sure.”
“Sure.”
Kate leans across. “Ethan says some mad stalker exgirlfriend
was in the apartment with a gun?”
“Well . . . yeah.” I shrug apologetically. Oh jeez—do
we ha一ve to do this now?
“Ana—what the hell’s been going on?” Kate stops
abruptly and checks her phone.
“Hi, baby,” she says when she answers it. Baby! She
frowns and looks at me. “Sure,” she says and turns to me.
“It’s Elliot . . . he wants to talk to you.”
“Ana.” Elliot’s voice is clipped and quiet, and my scalp
prickles ominously.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s Christian. He’s not back from Portland.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“His helicopter has gone missing.”
“Charlie Tango?” I whisper as all the breath lea一ves my
body. “No!”
I stare at the flames, mesmerized. They dance and wea一ve
bright blazing orange with tips of cobalt blue in the
f
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