Unwritten by Tressie Lockwood Page A

began to pound. She pressed a hand to her chest.
    “Stupid, calm down,” she murmured to herself. “Kian must have changed his mind about taking me. At least I get to see him sooner than I thought.”
    Words and thoughts died when the door opened and in walked none other than Agent Meghan Blythe, the woman who had told Brad’s wife his death was her fault. She held a bunch of keys in her hand as she paused and glared, and Evie came to two conclusions. One, Meghan had a key to Kian’s house, evidenced by the fact that she’d just used it. Two, of all the people Kian could have sent to pick her up, he’d sent the one agent who hated her and whom she hated right back. Of the most insensitive moves, this was the worst. Maybe it was his way to tell her last night would not happen again because he was already involved with Meghan. So he’s no different than a cheater! I thought he was better than this. Silly me.
    Evie dropped the idea of making the agent food. Meghan could starve for all she cared. “I don’t need you.”
    Meghan’s brows rose. “Excuse me?”
    “You came to pick me up, didn’t you?”
    The woman’s scathing gaze traveled over Evie from head to foot. “If I’d known Kian brought you here, I’d have told him it was a bad idea. No, I came home to grab something before I head back out to find your cousin.”
    Evie caught the tone of blame in Meghan’s voice, but she was too busy fighting the pain in her chest at the words themselves. “Home?”
    A slow grin spread over Meghan’s face, and she wriggled her set of keys in the air. “That’s right, home. Unless you think I stole the key to get in here.”
    “I don’t know, Meghan. It wouldn’t be the first time you stooped low to get what you want.”
    Her face reddened. “Don’t act like your divorce was my fault. You did that all by yourself, but then I’ve always felt Kian made a big mistake in the first place marrying you.”
    “And you let the whole world know. I guess you moved in for the kill as soon as I left.”
    “Someone had to stick by him in his hard time. You didn’t.”
    Evie hated her for the truth in her words. “I’m not going to stand here and argue with you. Like I said, I can get my stuff without your help. In fact, forget that. You don’t have to worry about me getting in yours and Kian’s way. I’ll find somewhere else to go.”
    An expression of alarm came over Meghan’s face, surprising Evie. “Hold on. You can’t just leave. He’ll think—”
    “I don’t care what Kian thinks!”
    Evie started past her, but Meghan stepped in the way, holding up her hands. “If you go now, you’re letting Anthony Paine get away, and who do you think that will affect most? What do you think Kian went through two years ago? For once, think of him and not yourself.”
    Again, the words hurt, but Kian should have told her about Meghan. He had to know the two of them living with him would be awkward. Then again, maybe he thought he could have his cake and eat it too. Maybe he and Meghan were into the threesome thing. Whatever. She wasn’t going to stick around to play sex games with the both of them.
    “Get out of my way, Meghan. I might not have the training of an FBI agent, but I can damn well do a little damage.”
    Meghan’s eyes blazed with dislike. “You’re threatening an officer of the law.”
    “You want to charge me? See how far that gets you with Kian.”
    They stared each other down for a few minutes, but Evie refused to back off. She’d been inches away from total recovery, and now here she was getting slapped in the face with this mess. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry, feeling sorry for herself, but she refused to give into emotions—certainly not in front of the size two Ms. Thing who thought she was better than Evie. No, wait. Two years hadn’t been that kind to Meghan. Evie noted how she’d gone up a couple sizes and almost grinned in satisfaction.
    “Well?” she said. “Are