23

STRIKER

“You barely said a word throughout the ride. What’s going on in your head?” I sent her up to her room. She wanted to go home to her house, so I didn’t insist since her mood seemed to have shifted tonight.

“I’m just tired, I guess.” She threw herself into her bed and stared up at the ceiling with a deep long sigh.

“That’s not it, Vanderford. You were chatty at Linden’s earlier and still talked to me even if you were tired.” I went to sit on her bed, taking her shoes off one by one and placing them on the floor.

“I’m exhausted, Cade.” She was pissed. I could feel it in her voice. I wondered what I had done wrong.

“Okay.” I rose from the bed. “I’ll be swamped with work tomorrow, but I can pick you up afterward.”

“Of course, you will be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” My brows knitted, confused about how she suddenly acted like this, but she chose not to tell me shit.

“Why were we really at Linden’s house, Cade?” She sat on the bed. Her eyes narrowed at me.

“Beck is al