I nodded. “Yeah.”
Finally, I forced myself to move around him. I added the eggsto the pan and began scrambling them. Probably with a little too much aggression, but I was frustrated at the way my body seemed to be reacting to him. He appeared next to me, leaning back against the counter and holding a mug out to me.
“Thank you.” I took it from him, taking a small sip before placing it down on the counter and finishing the eggs. “You want a small plate?”
“Sure.” As he got down two plates, his phone rang from his pocket. He pulled it out and his jaw locked as he looked at the screen. He brought the phone to his ear and walked out of the kitchen, answering with a terse, “What’s up?”
I strained to hear his part of the conversation. His voice was low, but it held a lot of frustration. I divided the eggs and bacon between the two plates as he reentered the kitchen.
“Sorry.” He reached for the plates, tension apparent in his shoulders now that wasn’t there a few moments ago. “I’ll carry them to the table.”
I followed him with my mug in my hands, waiting until he returned with his coffee and took his seat before asking, “Everything okay?”
He studied me, uncertainty swimming in his eyes. “I’m going to hang out here for a bit before going in.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why?”
He sighed. “Dylan said it’s probably nothing, but patrol just drove by and spotted a car in the parking lot that matches the description of the one that followed us the other day.”
I raised a brow. That was hardly suspicious. There were probably lots of blue cars out there. “Okay…” There had to be more he wasn’t saying.
His jaw clenched. “Once patrol pulled into the lot, the car sped away.”
“Maybe they were late for work.”
He huffed. “If Dylan truly believed that, he wouldn’t have given me the heads up.”
I couldn’t argue with that. He was right. If Dylan calledabout it, he obviously thought it might be a threat. Because while he was known to be cautious, Dylan wasn't an alarmist.
“But he has a car out front now, right? So you don’t need to stay. I’ll be fine.”
He shook his head. “They have a make and model and a partial plate and he has all available units out looking.”
“I’m safe inside the apartment. What is he going to do?”
Adam’s brows shot up to his hairline. “Oh, I don’t know. He’s a fucking arsonist. Maybe set fire to the building?”
I pressed my lips together into a thin line. There was no need to bring up the fact that he could easily do that with Adam here, or could have done it any time in the last week. I went back to eating my food until he let out a long sigh and I looked back up at him.
“Truth is…” He sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face. “I wouldn’t be focused at the station if I was worried about what was going on here. So I’m just going to hang out until Dylan gives me an update.”
That I could understand. Being distracted could cost him his life, or someone else’s. I sent him a slight smile and nodded. “Okay.”
Honestly, I’d never seen him so intense or so on edge before. He was always the levelheaded one, calm under pressure. But as I stole little glances over at him, he seemed anything but those things. I didn’t know what to make of it, and it began to make me just as uneasy.
Maybe I could help take his—and now my—mind off the danger he thought was lurking outside.
“Want to continue our game from the other night?” I waved to the cards still sitting on the table.
“Sure.” His lips lifted slightly into a smirk. “If you’re ready to lose again.”
I rolled my eyes. “Just remember, the last time you got cocky, I ended up winning.”
“Only because you played that spell that destroyed all my creatures.”
“I still won.”
“Well, I’m confident you’re not winning this one.”
