Why? Do you miss me?
Like you wouldn’t believe, I admitted.
You just saw me yesterday.
I know. It’s been an agonizing twelve hours.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence from you makes me weak.
The three dots strummed the bottom of the screen.Maybe Thursday. I’ll have some designs ready for you then.
Three days.
I groaned inwardly, but I knew I couldn’t push it.
I’ll take it.
I glanced at the time. It was almost time for the heated yoga class I liked to attend downtown. It was a twenty-minute drive, so I changed clothes, grabbed my water, and made my way out the door, all while fantasizing and wishing I was the one going shopping with her instead.
I drove by Chloe’s workplace on the way in.
Not to see her but to check on something that had come to mind while I was in yoga class.
Her mentioning someone on a skateboard irked me. I remembered the one that had nearly run the two of us over in the park that day, and it had me curious as to if it could have been the same person.
It was a little ridiculous. Plenty of people had skateboards around this town, and there may not have been any reason to be suspicious.
Yet, I was.
I drove slowly around the area, scoping out the parking garage and the nearby park where we’d run into him the last time. I was on my third turn, about to take the exit toward my building when I finally spotted him.
The middle-aged man stuck out against the younger crowd. He was gliding along, his hands in the pockets of his black jeans, wearing a backward navy baseball hat, and wavy blonde hair sticking out over his ears. That same uneasiness washed over me, the hair on the back of my neck standing. And when I saw the wings drawn on his Converse sneakers, I almost wrecked my Jeep.
The nosy little shit.
I wondered why he was following Chloe, though—if he knew who she was, if my mother had perhaps put him up to follow me and if he’d seen me with her in the park that day.
Fuck.
I deliberated whether he’d seen our fight, and I really fucking hoped he hadn’t. Every god would be onto us if he had, and I wasn’t ready for that kind of attention, not to mention it would have alerted the one that had stolen her and warned them that I was poking around things. I intended on finding that out on my own, and I would bring down every bit of wrath I was capable of upon them when I did.
I parked my Jeep in the lot between the grassy park and the beach, keeping an eye on the god I was stalking as I pushed my arms through my jacket and exited. He was back a little way but riding up quickly. I grabbed a frisbee from someone’s car and threw it onto the sidewalk as he passed by.
The rider face-planted, his board flipping out from under him. He cursed and grabbed his knee, and I coolly picked up the board.
“Oh, look at that,” I said, grabbing him by the arm. “So,sorry. That was my fault.”
“Fucking Styx,” he muttered. “You should watch where you’re throwing that. Someone might get—“ His eyes widened when his gaze met mine, and I squeezed his shoulder.
“Shit,” he grumbled under his breath.
“Hello, Hermes.” I picked up the frisbee, angled it toward the car it had come from, and then pushed Hermes forward. “Let’s take a walk.”
“This isn’t exactly how you greet your father—“
“The number of you that think that isastounding,” I interjected.
