Evelyn drew her head, taken aback. "Oh?"
Then she smiled dryly to herself, fingers coming up to drag through her hair. "Who cares…? Right. No one does. But do you know how many times I called, and you never answered? You didn't tell me anything and just left. I was worried! Okay! Yes, I was concerned, because I had no idea where the hell you were and no matter how many times I called, no matter who I asked or how hard I tried to reach, I couldn't figure out where you were or—"
"Worry about yourself first, Evelyn," Zayne said, breaking his silence. "You're the one with a hit on your back, not me."
Her back stiffened. She stared, watching him pop open the buttons of his vest.
"Right. Yes, I am. I'm the one with a hit on my back, not you. And you want to know something?"
