ROBYN
“So, where’s your driver? I don’t see Quinton anywhere.” Piper looked outside the coffee shop.
“I came here alone.” I gave her the gift I told her about. I borrowed one of Spade’s cars from his garage and drove here alone. He could get angry with me later. Besides, the cafe wasn’t far from his house.
“Alone as in alone?” She stared at me in shock.
“Why? What’s so shocking? She’s dead, and the last time I checked, I used to drive to work.”
When the waitress came, she ordered a macha latte and a cinnamon dulce latte for me and a slice of walnut and pecan loaf.
“Since when do you indulge in cake? Are you craving, babe?”
“Huh? You mean—” My heart rate raced. “No. I told you—”
“What did you tell me exactly?” She beamed.
Now I was confused. I thought she was asking if I was pregn
