“Have you found any leads on Reeve?”
I immediately shake my head to her question. I know she’s attempting to take my mind off shit, when it’s me who should be doing it for her.
“We’ll find him. Close your eyes.”
I rock my head back and forth again because I have to be aware of everything surrounding us, but Bay snakes her hand through my body and frees it, palm opened for me to press mine to.
“It’ll be over soon.”
I mindlessly touch her skin. My long fingers brush against hers, and I shudder involuntarily.
“Will you go with me this week to Wharf Bay?” she mutters. “I need some parts for Levi’s car.”
I nod, trying not to unload my heavy exhales on her because I’m embarrassed I’m this way.
“Do you know how to fix cars?”
I shrug. I guess I know a little bit about them, but who fucking cares right now?
“I can teach you.”
My focus topples onto hers, and she gives me a weak smile.
“Then maybe you can teach me something?”
I’d show her anything.
Regardless, nothing comes to mind. She’s distracting me from my job, and I’ll think of that later.
“Okay,” she concludes, as if gaining my answer silently. “It’s a date then.”
I didn’t agree to go on a date.
I’ve neverbeenon a date. I just said I would take her to the auto part store.
“Why do you look more terrified than you did before?” she questions with a grander smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Am I so terrible that you don’t want to be seen with me?”
My brows gnash deeper. “No.”
“Then it’s not a date.”
A sliver of irritation creeps up my chest because I didn’t say that. Sure, it didn’t give me a warm and fuzzy feeling, but now she’s assuming things.
“Why aren’t you crying?”
Bay’s face skews in confusion. “What?”
Levi is dead. And I expected more.
“It’s a date,” I deadpan, then steer my focus away because I don’t want her to see anything else living inside my head.
“Okay,” she whispers, remaining silent so I can pay attention.
A few minutes later, Cairo strides over and perks a brow, studying the current state I’m in and that I haven’t moved just because he’s standing up.
“We’re all good, brother,” he says. “No impending threats. You can let the girl breathe now.”
I quickly crawl off Bay and rise to my feet. Cairo, thankfully, holds out a hand to pull her up before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side.
