Everly moves in front of me. She spritzes some sort of floral spray in my face with no warning. Whatever the hell it is tastes awful and I grimace. “What the hell, Ev?” “Colt Backer is here.” My stomach dips. “What?” “He called me this morning and asked to meet. That’s all I know.” Everly continues fussing over me, smoothing out wrinkles in my shirt and running her fingers through my hair.
