“Actually, I had just walked in when you spun on me. Where did you learn to throw like that?”
“Don’t change the subject,” she snapped.
“I’m not. I’m just wondering if this is what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life. Should I start wearing body armor around you?”
This time when she glared at me, she couldn’t hold back the smile threatening to break through. Shaking her head, a grin curved her lips as she focused on the road again.
“Alright, maybe I overreacted, but seriously, you’re too damn stealthy. I didn’t even know you were there.”
“You should have called me or the police,” I grunted.
Blood seeped through my fingers sluggishly. While it hurt like hell, I was pretty sure I wasn’t actually going to die from this wound.
Not yet, anyway.
“The door was unlocked, not open. What was I supposed to do? Call the police and tell them I needed them to check my apartment because my roommate forgot to lock the door?”
“Yes,” I retorted. “Better that than to get chopped to pieces because you thought you could handle it on your own.”
“I did handle it on my own,” she argued. “I even took you down.”
“I don’t need the reminder,” I muttered. “The knife is still very much there.”
“Well, not that it matters anymore, but next time, try making a little noise.”
I grunted in agreement, then rested my head back for the rest of the drive. This was not exactly how I saw my night going.
When I got the call from Cheyenne, I thought for sure that asshole had broken into her apartment. Already pissed, I was ready to take him down no matter the cost. But the moment I walked through that door and saw Bailey was alive and well…
I didn’t get any further than that because she threw a goddamn knife at me.
“You still didn’t tell me how you know how to throw like that.”
“I thought you’d already know that since you’ve been spying on me all my life.”
“Not spying,” I corrected.
Sighing heavily, she pulled into the parking lot and parked, thenturned to me. “My brother and I used to have knife-throwing competitions when we were in high school.”
“Why?”
“A way to pass the time,” I shrugged. “Dad was sick and we didn’t want to leave Mom alone. So, we hung out in the back yard and entertained ourselves.”
“And your mom didn’t say anything about this new hobby?”
“I doubt she ever knew. She was always too wrapped up in taking care of Dad. Anyway, it was just a hobby. It’s not like either of us ever entered a contest.”
“Maybe you should have,” I grinned, which quickly turned upside down.
“Maybe we should get you inside,” she retorted. “God, they’re going to think I tried to kill you. I’m going to end up in jail!”
“Mav would never throw you in jail. In fact, he’d probably give you a medal for taking me down.”
“Well, not completely down. You’re still standing.”
“Barely. Let’s get this over with,” I muttered, flinging my door open.
Bailey was around to my side in seconds, hoisting my good arm over her shoulder. “At least it was your bad side.”
