Uncovered (Billionaire Romance) (Boston Buyer's Club) by Morgan Black

around and looked at me from the couch. “I called a local nursing home, and they offered to come pick them up. At least some old bitties are enjoying your flowers, even if you're not.”
    I walked to the kitchen to make myself some PBJ. “What's that supposed to mean?”
    She shrugged. “I don't know, Calla. Why would he send all those flowers? Do you think you should just give him another chance? I mean it's not like he really set you up.”
    I screwed the lid back on the peanut butter. “We don't know that. And, after I totally thought I was in the clear and I wasn't going to have to testify, now he's talking to the detective on the case. I'm probably going to have to be involved even after Monique tried so hard to get me out of it. I just can't trust him. And that’s entirely his fault.”
    She shook her head, but was silent.
    “What?”
    “I didn't say anything.”
    “Alexis, I know you. Just because you're not saying anything doesn't mean you’re not thinking something.”
    “I'm just thinking that you kind of have trust issues to begin with. Maybe Hudson isn't such a bad guy, but you're not willing to give him a fair chance.”
    I took a bite out of my sandwich. “Did you hear what I just said? I'm probably back involved with the case. A murder trial, Alexis. He did that, not me.”
    She nodded. “Fine. But if it turns out that he was a good guy, I'm going to tell you I told you so.”
    I took another bite of my sandwich. “Fine.”
    ~
    The next day, I trudged to my physics class, first thing on a Monday morning. It sucked. I had a shift at the library later that day though, so at least I would get all my homework done before I had to go home that night. It would give Alexis and I a chance to just hang out; she hadn't really spoken to me since our discussion the day before. Deep down I knew she was right; I did have trust issues, thanks Mom. But, at the same time, I felt like she didn't understand what had really happened. Hudson had treated me like I was someone special, and that had blown up in my face. I hadn't done anything to deserve the way that he treated me. But another part of me knew that I just needed to accept that. Because I was a call girl, and that's just what we did.
    I sat in physics class, taking notes on my laptop, when an e-mail came in.
    I need to see you.- H
    How did he even get my e-mail? He certainly didn't have my phone number. Come to think of it, I didn't know how he found my apartment either. He probably had his detective friend look me up. Just another favor. The professor was droning on and on about acceleration, so I decided to send him an e-mail back. I chewed on a pen while I thought of something meaningful to say.
    That's not possible.
    I pressed send and didn't expect a response, but just a couple minutes later, I had another new e-mail.
    Did you get the flowers?
    I typed back, yes.
    But you still don't accept my apology?
    You can’t apologize for who you are. I expected too much.
    No, you expect exactly what you should.
    I sighed and closed my laptop, even though there was still twenty minutes left of class. I just couldn't focus anymore, and I didn't know what to say back to him. He clearly didn't understand what it meant to hurt someone the way that he had hurt me. As soon as the professor dismissed us, I grabbed my things, and was the first one out the door. I ran through the campus to get to the library on time.
    I logged in and went up to the second floor to find a quiet place to work. I had the library pager; if someone needed help, I would get a buzz. I opened my physics book, and realized I still had no idea what I was doing. Apparently, I should have listened during the acceleration speech. I looked at my phone instead of opening my notes on my laptop. I didn’t want to give myself the opportunity to check my email. Alexis had texted me.
    When are you coming home?
    My shift ends at six.
    You are right about Hudson. Cops were here. You're getting a