“Which is why I don’t need to know these things,” I said, lips curving up.
To that, Perish nodded.
“Fair enough.”
“So the car won’t start until I replace it?”
“No.”
“And I’m going to assume there are no twenty-four-hour master fuse stores around here, right?”
“No.”
“Great.”
“I’ll get it towed to your uncle’s garage. Want me to see who can come scoop you up?”
“Actually, I’m not that far from here,” I said, going into my car to grab my purse, then my trunk to dig for my phone. “I’ll walk.”
“No.”
“No?” I asked, brow arching.
“You were just chased by some assholes.”
“They seem like they’re gone now.”
And I was just… exhausted.
I wanted to go home before Layna got back and get some sleep so she wouldn’t rope me into some other adventure that would, yes, be lots of fun, but would further drain my already empty tank.
“Fine,” he said, looking around. “I’ll walk you.”
It wasn’t a question.
But I could have pitched a fit.
I just… didn’t.
Which was probably a monumentally stupid move.
But, well, it did feel good to have him care enough to escort me home.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Perish
There was no logical reason to insist on walking her right to her apartment door.
The building was nice. It had a working security door. Even if the dicks who’d chased her had followed us (and they hadn’t), they wouldn’t get in. Even if they got in, they wouldn’t know where to find her.
She was safe.
And yet, there I was, standing in the elevator with her, listening to it whir us up to the fourth floor.
I also could have said my goodbyes right there, kept my feet firmly planted in the elevator, and watched her walk away. Maybe let myself admire the view for a second or two before the doors closed again.
Did I do that?
