I shot upright, aggravation flaring. “Hey! Remember our conversation about privacy and personal space?” I called to him. “Just because I pulled down the ‘no ghost’ signs doesn’t mean you can wander anywhere you want.”
Jack popped his head out of the wall. Mostly because he knew floating heads creeped me out.
Honestly. I needed to get Jack out of my mental space.
“Indeed?” he said in his most hoity-toity Lord Knight voice. “I fully understand the common human courtesy of respecting others’ privacy. Can we say the same about you?”
Jacktsked, head still poking out the wall like a mounted trophy.
Just . . . so creepy.
“What are you talking about?” I shook my head.
“Though I acknowledge that I am somewhat new to this century, even I understand that one’s private computer accounts are, indeed, private.”
“You told him?” I whirled on Tennyson.
“We’re friends. We share information.”
“But . . . but . . .” I spluttered. My voice went from calm to supersonic in two seconds flat. “So I like to stay informed. You take a peek at a guy’s email accountone time—”
“It was decidedly more than one time.” Jack.
“Not to mention his texts and social media accounts.” Tennyson.
“—and suddenly you have a rep as a snooper,” I finished.
“Youarea snooper.” Tennyson’s expression was utterly unrepentant. “This is why we have a strict ban on accessing others’ online accounts uninvited.”
Oh!
I lasered a death stare at them both.
Tennyson continued to ignore me, taking a healthy bite of his toast. Jack shot me a droll smirk and disappeared back into the wall.
I obviously needed to up my death-stare game.
That was the problem with being pint-sized. Your death stare ended up less murderish and more duck-lipped pout.
“He can’t do that, Tenn.” I sat back down with a grumble. “It’s not right to wander through my personal space.”
“No one else is here, right? Nonna is on her cruise and Mom’s still in Portland with Aunt Suzie?”
Our mother had returned to the States for the time being, spending time with her sister who was fighting lung cancer, which left me alone in the apartment.
“Well, yeah, but—”
“Jack’s just doing a sweep of this floor.”
“That’s not cool. Jack can’t just wander anywhere!” My hands were flailing at this point.
“I love you, but you’ve got serious issues.”
“That’syour non sequitur response to this?” I glared at him.
“You gotta give others their privacy, Chiara. You need to trust.” His gaze was earnest.
“It’s not my fault! I can’t help it sometimes. My last boyfriend was acting so weird and dodging my questions.”
