“So,” I say, “uh, where’s—” “Over there,” Waylon says, kicking his chin at some spot behind me. Straightening, I turn, following his gaze. Oh. He thought I was asking about Ivy. I start to say, “No, I meant…” only for my voice to trail off when I spot a second figure. She’s not alone.
Waylon knows. He knew Jeremy would be there and that's why he was asking Mason what had him so nasty.
