Chapter Thirty-Six

FLETCHER POV

I stare down at the phone in my hands, pacing, hoping that it works out the anxiety circulating in my bloodstream. My palms are sweaty, my fingers twitching like an addict going through withdrawals. Damn, Charity and her words that haven’t stopped haunting me since our conversation.

She’s gotten under my skin. How will Matt react to this information? It’s better he find out sooner than later. If he’s going to punch me, I’d rather happen here, when my bruise will have time to heal and others won’t witness. But what’s most important, there is no chance Charity will see it either. Her schedule is jam-packed, getting ready with Nora and Elle.

Xander is with Damon, Andrew, Theo, and Frankie, so I have at least an hour free before they question our absence. My toes tap against the floorboards with impatience. The confidence I had earlier is slowly dwindling to nothing the longer I wait.

Where the hell is he? He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. The longer he makes me