Her shades immediately moved to scan the area and she whispered, “He was here?”
Something sharp pierced straight through the left side of his chest.
Then he asked, “You didn’t tag him? He was out here when I got here.”
Her shades came back to him, she shook her head and said, “I thought he was following you. Why’s he following me?”
“You didn’t tag him,” Walker repeated, this time a statement, not a question.
She shook her head again and said, “No. No. I…” She paused. “Oh my God. How creepy. Why’s he following me?”
She didn’t tag him.
She’d smiled bright at him. Called him her goofy name. Kept smiling at him. Tugged him to her lounge. Held hands with him almost the entire time he was with her and thumbed his wedding ring in a way that she’d been absorbed in it and he’d startled her when she saw she had his attention.
What the f**k?
As that question came to his mind, their coffee came, saving him from having to guess at an answer and giving him an opportunity to set aside an explanation as to why Bones was following her. The time would come when the need to know she needed to know was that she’d be looked into. Now was not that time.
“Today, I got shit to do,” he told her as she poured milk into her coffee.
She nodded. “That’s cool. I’m gonna bake.”
“You got shit to do too.”
She went from spooning sugar into her coffee to looking at him. “What?”
“In two days we’re headin’ home. My home. Carnal. You got a job to quit and a life to shut down. You need to start on that.”
Her shades stayed locked with his.
Then she muttered, “Oh God, I didn’t think about that.”
“Tomorrow can be your vacation day. Today, you sort shit out.”
She went back to spooning sugar in but she did it nodding. He counted as her hand moved. She took four sugars. No wonder she had that ass.
“You got people who can help you or do we need to carve out time, drive down and sort that?” he asked.
She stopped stirring, put her spoon aside, took a sip then put her cup down while looking at him.
“Ronnie’s Mom and sisters will kick in for me. I tell them I’m moving out from under Shift’s thumb, they’ll rent Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader outfits and do cartwheels around Cowboy Stadium.”
“They probably should save that energy and use it to pack your shit and send it to Carnal.”
She laughed softly then muttered, “Yeah, Ty, you’re probably right.”
“You need movers, they get quotes, you tell me, I’ll get them the money. I’ll also give you the address.”
Her head tipped to the side. “The address?”
“To my house.”
“Your house?”
“My house.”
“What house?”