Sitting in the car, I fought to steady my shaking hands, gripping my phone tightly. The screen displayed the resume of that girl, Melanie Quinn, glaring back at me.
She was my cousin, the daughter of my aunt, with a face unsettlingly similar to mine.
Lucas had gone behind my back six months ago to hire her as his assistant.
At the time, I found it odd I hadn't heard about my cousin looking for work before he did.
Now, thinking about it churned my stomach, and I nearly retched.
I felt like a complete fool.
Lucas always despised these little eateries, calling them filthy.
Every time I longed for a bite of the grilled beef there, he'd resist going with me, claiming it was beneath him.
Lucas Flynn, the big boss, a name too big and shiny for this kind of street food.
Yet here he was today, in this very place he loathed, dining joyfully with another woman.
And of all the places, it had to be my favorite joint!
On top of that, it had to be this day!
If it hadn't been for him and his mom shoving me down those stairs, I wouldn't have lost my baby and nearly died on the operating table.
Throughout my three-month hospital stay, Lucas claimed he was swamped with work, and too busy to visit even once.