Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 49

As she spoke, her eyes shimmered red, looking every bit like someone who’d just been pushed around too much.

Jordan Smith frowned slightly. “Are you sure it was her?”

Sandra Taylor dropped her gaze. “Pretty sure. I doubt I could’ve gotten it wrong. Maybe she hasn’t gone far yet…”

Jordan’s face turned stony. He pulled out his phone and called Nathan Gates. “Check if Camila Davis is still in the restaurant. If you see her, stop her immediately.”

Nathan responded crisply, “On it, boss.”

…

At that moment, Camila Davis and Sarah Brown were already in the parking lot with little Lillian.

Sarah, riding high on the thrill of standing up for her friend, couldn’t hide the satisfaction on her face.

Camila grinned at her. “You went to the restroom and came back looking so damn pleased—what happened, did you find a winning lottery ticket?”

Sarah snorted, her grin almost wicked. “Better than that! I ran into Sandra Taylor in the ladies’ room. I was already ticked off, so I just… I wedged the janitor’s mop handle in the door and locked her in! Bet she’s losing her mind in there right now!”

She shrugged, not the least bit sorry. “What can I say? I hate homewreckers. I see one, I have to teach them a lesson.”

Camila blinked, then burst out laughing. Only Sarah would come up with something like that. She knew her friend was just trying to defend her.

By now, they’d reached Camila’s car. Sarah had just yanked open the driver’s door when Nathan Gates hurried over.

He planted himself in front of the car, all business. “Ms. Davis, Ms. Brown, Mr. Smith says you’re not to leave.”

Camila’s eyes narrowed. That was fast.

Lillian, full and sleepy, was starting to doze off in her arms. Camila gently settled her into the back seat so she wouldn’t be disturbed.

Sarah, never one to back down, glared at Nathan. “Move it. Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to block traffic?”

Nathan was unruffled. “Sorry, just following orders.”

Camila let out a laugh, sharp and bitter. “Like her? You mean all smiles in public, two-faced behind closed doors? Sorry, can’t do it.”

She was done. No point wasting more breath when everyone had already decided she was guilty. She bent down and slid into the back seat.

Sarah wanted to let loose with a string of curses, but she caught Camila’s eye—her friend clearly wanted to get out of there. So she got into the driver’s seat.

Jordan’s face turned stormy. He grabbed the back door, his voice hard as steel. “Camila Davis, apologize to Sandra. Now.”

Camila ignored him, her expression blank, and slammed the door shut.

“Sarah, drive.”

“Gladly,” Sarah said, starting the car.

The group outside lingered, blocking their way. Sarah’s patience snapped. She honked the horn, then rolled down the window. “Move it! Rookie driver here, sometimes I can’t tell the gas from the brake—if I accidentally run you over and you end up in a wheelchair, don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

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