For a brief moment, something dark flashed in Jonathan’s eyes—frustration, maybe even anger—but he quickly masked it with a charming smile, ordering another round of drinks with a casual wave. As Jonathan started speaking again, Amelia’s thoughts spiraled.
She considered calling a friend, asking for a ride, but then fear took over. She didn’t know who Jonathan had been talking to on the phone. Why had he been talking about her on the call? And to who? Had she may be misunderstood or something dangerous was afoot.