6 Chapter 6

He threw the phone on the couch, his face burning with embarrassment and shame. No, she had the right number. How long had Reggie been playing him? How long had he hoped to carry on without Lane finding out?

That was the end of their relationship. At work the next day, Reggie was already at his desk when Lane came in. He went straight to Reggie’s office and, dropping the phone into Reggie’s lap, said simply, “We’re through.”

The look of shock on Reggie’s face was genuine. “Laney, baby, what—”

“Ask Shanice,” Lane said simply.

Reggie paled, if that were possible, his face turning a sickly gray. Too late, he stammered, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Then check your messages,” Lane told him. “And don’t bother trying to hide it.”

“Lane,” Reggie tried again.

“Fuck you.”