Veronica's POV
I hurried out of the Bell Gallery, my heart pounding as I flagged down the first taxi I could find.
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Behind her, Tony ducked his head and whispered to Mr. Nelson, "Boss, should we go after her?"
"Go after her? What am I, some lovesick fool?" Leonardo's voice dripped with skepticism. "Is she running off to meet some boy toy, or what's got her in such a damn rush?"
Tony stayed quiet, reading the dangerous mood. The crowd scattered, sensing the awkward tension.
Juliette and Heath emerged from the gallery just as Veronica's taxi disappeared around the corner. Juliette frowned, worry creasing her features. "Something's wrong with Veronica. She bolted out of there like her ass was on fire. You should've offered her a ride."
"I wanted to, but Nelson was right there," Heath muttered. "Didn't want to step on the husband's toes, you know?"
"But it's not safe for her to take random cabs," Juliette pressed. "What if she gets some psycho driver?"
