“I’m going to need to get my truck,” I told Micah as he started to exit the kitchen to take a shower.
He paused and turned back to me with an eyebrow raised. I lifted my chin and stood up straight, looking him in the eye.
“You won’t be going back to your place anytime soon.”
“The hell I won’t. I need to get my truck, and,” I paused, sighing, “my grandfather’s ashes.”
I had avoided releasing my grandfather’s ashes. It didn’t feel right while I still was unsure of what’d happened to him. I needed to solve the mystery surrounding his death first.
The muscles around his eyes relaxed slightly.
“You said not too long ago that Bass and Manny were putting in a security system,” I added.
“Even the best security system can’t keep you a hundred percent safe.”
“I’m not talking about sleeping there, but I need to pick up my grandfather’s urn. I can’t leave him there alone. I also need some way to get around town. I can’t use your truck since you need it for work. What am I supposed to do? Wait here all day while you work?”
Micah lifted his eyebrows and folded his arms over his chest. That bullish look in his eyes from the night before returned.
Shaking my head, I sliced my hand through the air. “Not happening. I’m not about to let one motherfucker who tried to break into my home and do whatever stop me from living my life.”
“What if he’s following you? Did you think about that?” he questioned, his voice low, as he advanced toward me. In the blink of an eye, he’d gone from sexy, shirtless chef to dangerous predator, ready to hold his ground.
I swallowed because I hadn’t thought about this guy following me. “I need my truck. Either that or I can Uber around, but that’ll get too expensive. I’m not about to sit around here and twiddle my thumbs all day. What if I need to run to the grocery store?”
He stared at me for a few wordless seconds before he finally nodded. “I’ll take you.”
Sighing, I twisted my lips. “That doesn’t make any sense. You’ll be at work during the day.”
He shook his head. “There’s nothing you need to go and pick up that can’t be delivered, or I can’t get for you.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“And you’re being naïve,” he scolded.
“I’m not.” I stomped my foot.
“Dammit, Jodi.”
“Dammit, Micah,” I threw back as irritated and frustrated as he appeared to be.
“That motherfucker was in your house,” he yelled.
“I was there.”
“It’s not happening.”
“Watch me.” I moved to pick up my phone, but he swiped it from my hand.
“Give me my phone,” I yelled, charging after him.
He held it out of my reach.
I jumped up, but he held the phone higher. Pausing, I took a step back and glared at him. In return, he stared me down, lips clenched.
“You’re not going alone.”
“Fine. You can take me, but I’m going back over there for my truck and my grandaddy’s ashes.” I folded my arms across my chest.
