That’s when his light green eyes flick up to me.
“Bobby’s here.”
Instant dread.
That’s what coils and seeps into all my organs, into every nerve ending of my body, and replaces my once chipper mood with aggravation.
I didn’t expect Bobby to be here right away. It's after eleven at night and I just spoke to him this morning. He would’ve had to have just landed and gotten to work looking for me.
For what, I have no idea because it’s a lost cause.
“I don’t want to see him,” I reveal honestly, and I don’t care how that makes me sound. I don’t want anything to do with Bobby here, in Prague, period.
“Then you won’t see him,” Bronte divulges. “He wouldn’t know we were here anyway.” I perk a brow when he tacks on, “I used a different name checking in.”
“So youaresomeone else?”
He gives me an exasperated look. “I wasn’t going to put you in a position where Bobby was going to harass you on our trip.”
“And here I thought it was so you could have me all to yourself with your secret spy name.”
He gives a small shake of his head. “Like I said, I’m not that interesting.”
I don’t know about all that.
My interest is piqued because there isn’t much I know about him besides that he takes his coffee black, he’s always in a suit—besides yesterday when he wore sweatpants—he doesn’t have a fondness for sweets, and he doesnotlike it when I call him Bobby.
“What happens now?” I ask. “He tries to find us, and we try to dodge him at every turn?”
Bronte shakes his head. “He’ll be here for another hour or two before he heads back on a temper tantrum.”
“You have information on his return flight ticket?”
He shakes his head. “No. I just know my brother. He’ll give up and wait until he hears from you next.”
“He won’t.”
“After some time, and he knows you’re back in New York, he’ll show up.”
I hate that he’s probably right. That Bobby isn't going to read the room and fuck all the way off.
Shrugging, I reply, “Well, I’m staying here.”
“Here?” Bronte repeats. “You’d leave your non-profit behind?”
No.
But the idea sounds nice, just the same.
“I’d have to think about it,” I convey non-committedly. “No existence with Bobby sounds ideal to me.”
“Don’t allow him to run away, Daydream. He’s not worth it.”
“Well, you’re not going to be there to save me. You live inBoston. And my non-profit is in New York City. We have separate lives. So, that’ll mean I might need to adjust mine.”
“You say that as if I hadn’t thought of moving.”
“You shouldn’t.”
