My boots hit the ground with a crunch.
Vanessa turns on the SUV lights, illuminating the fucking blond caveman mere feet from the rear museum door.
He throws his hands in front of his face as Sloane swings the door open and sticks her head back outside. “Hello? Whoever’s there, you should know I have bear spray and I can scream loud enough to wake the dead, so—oh. It’s you.”
With the direction the door opened, she’s staring straight at me, and she can’t see Dixon, who’s also made me, and is now turning on his heel to sprint back down the alley.
Sloane frowns and turns her head in his direction—shoes on gravel aren’t quiet—as Vanessa’s engine roars to life.
Her SUV glides past me while Sloane looks between me and my sister in her getaway car, chasing Patrick down the alley and around the corner.
I’m gonna get a cryptic text about this later.
Be epic if she ran him over. Doubt she does though.
Not her style.
Plus, she’d get put on administrative leave while the incident was investigated, and she likes her job.
Sloane blinks at me. “What’s going on?”
“Let’s go inside.”
“Are you spying on me?”
“No.”
“Who was that?”
“Who?”
“Oh my god, you have a girlfriend, don’t you? Was that your girlfriend? Were you telling her about us? The fake us. Not the real us.Oh my god. I am so over men. Over. Men.”
She ducks back into the museum.
The door slams behind her.
I slowly count to five, then punch in the code and follow her into the museum.
She and I need to talk.
7
Sloane
Cana woman not visit her favorite spot in town before work in the morning without having her pretend fiancé follow her around?
This is getting creepy. Especially the part where someone else was in the alley and another someone else was driving a car, and that person looked weirdly like Davis when they drove past, right down to the manbun.
And that weird feeling has taken firm hold even before Davis strolls through the back entrance like he owns the freaking place.
“What are you doing?” I hiss as he tests that the door is shut and locked. “How did you do that? We changed the code. We’re changing the codedaily. How did you know the code?”
I don’t know why I’m hissing.
I could yell.
We’re alone.
