She nods.
“Can you please tell Levi thank you too?”
She nods again.
I don’t know if he intended his security agent to watch me or to watch Davis—I could honestly see the intentions going either way—but I’m grateful nonetheless.
Also, I suppose it’s possible there are other bodyguards out there watching Davis.
Like Cash and Aspen’s security team.
I noticed them hovering while all of us had eggs and pancakes and sausages over the campfire before I left to shower fast at Tillie Jean’s house and head to work.
“Have you heard any more about Patrick?” I ask.
“No.”
Giselle and I take out gyros for lunch at Yiannis’s deli, and she drives me to the museum, parking in the one spot on the street marked with a giantNo Parkingsign.
I slide her a look.
I didn’t ask to come to the museum to eat. I asked to go see Tillie Jean.
So is Tillie Jean at the museum?
She ignores my look—curiosity, I swear, I’m not being judgy about how very kind people see fit to take care of me—and hustles me to the back door, where she hits the right security codes to let me in the building.
“We change those codesevery day,” I say.
“My job to know them.”
Jealousy bites me in the ass.
She’s just like Davis.
They’d make a great pair.
Whereas I’m not dating. Ever again.
No matter how much my lady parts are still chilling in satisfaction after—nope.
Not thinking about that.
That memory goes in theto be dealt with a lot later if we actually have tobox.
Inside the workroom, there’s no Tillie Jean.
But thereisan Annika.
She’s sitting at the worktable with her mom and her mom’s long-term boyfriend, Roger. All three of them have sandwiches that look like they came from Crusty Nut.
My heart is beating overtime in anticipation.
So Idoget to do some detective work today.
Except— “Where are the maps?”
“Safely tucked away.” Annika points to the large filing cabinet with extra-wide drawers. “We didn’t want to get food on them when they’re not the important part.”
