No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I watched as Conrad's shoes splashed through puddles, rainwater soaking through the fabric. "How did Ernest pull it off?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"I'm not sure, nobody is," Conrad replied, adjusting his umbrella to shield us better from the rain as he glanced at me.

I met his gaze head-on. "So, you think I'm in the know and you're trying to pry some information out of me?"

Facing my piercing stare, Conrad conceded, "You probably don't know."

He looked away, continuing to walk. "He's keeping it under wraps for sure. But I heard something."

"What?" I prodded.

"There's a rumor going around that the head of Club Q got into some trouble. Whether it's true, I can't say," Conrad shared, the uncertainty in his voice clear. It seemed he was trying to gauge my reaction. "You suspect Ernest's involved?"

After a brief pause, Conrad admitted, "Maybe, but it seems unlikely. Club Q is a big deal in Houston, touching their boss, let alone getting an audience with him, is no small feat."

he must have tried and failed to meet with Club Q's head honcho

feeling a droplet of rain hit my face, chillingly reminiscent of the tears

said he didn't want the woman he loves risking her life for

life. It could have been anyone, but

with me led Haley to

sorry," Conrad said smoothly, a hint

"Think explaining to him

was now on with Ernest, only with the roles reversed. Silence fell between us, and

"Felicia..."

"Conrad, whatever happened

and me. Don't blame yourself or feel guilty," I said,

a 'blood debt' back in Houston? Consider it repaid the

concluded to