Mila 2.0: Renegade. Debra Driza

nothing had changed. I had to figure out exactly what Grady knew.

      And then I had to tell Hunter good-bye.

      

      We settled in to dinner, but if I was hoping for a silent meal, I was quickly dissuaded of that notion.

      Grady surveyed me over his plate as he stabbed a piece of meat. “So, tell me where you’re from again?” he said, in a bland manner.

      Too bland? I wondered, a whisper of unease threading through me.

      “I’m originally from San Diego, and Mila’s from Philly, but we met in Clearwater, Minnesota,” Hunter said.

      “That right?” Grady’s fork paused a beat. Then, he shoved a bit of steak into his mouth and started to chew.