Half Truths

Discovery

Unknown Pov

She waited on the busy sidewalk just outside the club, a flurry of snow falling around her. Loud laughter erupted from the crowd of patrons stretched out behind her, and she rolled her eyes. The club scene wasn't her thing, but he'd asked her to meet him there. Of all places, why here? The place the girl worked and the boy frequented. It was better, in her opinion, to meet somewhere neutral, but he'd insisted. They both knew the perfect couple was out of town. They'd watched them leave from the diner across the street from the apartment building, but still, what if someone recognized them here? What if somehow their presence together was leaked? The girl shook her head and cursed under her breath. This was a bad idea. They shouldn't be seen together. It was a stupid risk.

Car after car stopped at the curb, letting off the higher end club goers. She didn't understand why they came here. There were much "ritzier" clubs in the city. The girl tapped her foot and glanced at her watch. He was late. Typical. As if the fact they were meeting in public wasn't bad enough, now she was even more obvious standing out on the sidewalk by herself. Pulling out her phone, she was just about to call him when he appeared beside her.

"Hey," he said, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched.

She snapped her phone shut and narrowed her eyes. "You're late. You said midnight, it's twelve fifteen."

He glanced down, his dark eyes meeting hers. "I got held up.

"Did you get it?"

"Of course." He grinned. "You doubted?"

She huffed and grabbed his arm. "Come on."

Pulling him forward, she made her way inside. A drunken couple plowed into them, the girl giggling and the guy struggling to hold her up amidst his own laughter. She shoved her shoulder against them, causing the guy to careen into the wall.

"Hey! Watch it," he said.

She ignored him and weaved her way through the dancing bodies. Near the back, she found an unoccupied table and sat. Her partner lowered himself into the chair across from her, a smirk affixed to his face.

She threw her bag onto the table and glared. "What?"

"You really are a bitch, you know that?"

She couldn't hold back her grin. "Shut up."

He chuckled and looked around as if to absorb the atmosphere.

After a few moments, she sighed and leaned forward. "So?"

"So what?"

"Don't play stupid. Let me see it."

"You know, I could take that a number of ways."

She raised brow. "You wish. Now, show me."

He stared at her, cocking his head to the side and giving her a look before producing an envelope from his inner jacket pocket. "So demanding." Tossing it onto the table, he sat back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest.

She slid the envelope toward her with a couple of fingers. "Would you blame me?"

"You should be able trust me a little more- we are on the same side"

She snorted. "Yeah, right." Shaking her head, she flipped open the back flap and reached in, pulling out the stiff card. A smile stretched across her face.

"Satisfied now?"

"Very." She glanced up at him under her lashes, taking in the mess of hair atop his head and the chiseled line of his jaw. He really was quite attractive. Tucking the card into her bag, she leaned over the table, her elbows resting on the surface. "What do you say we celebrate?"