“Well, she’s on datin’ apps, that’s all I’m sayin’. I couldn’t be worse than some random fuckwit, surely.”
I frown at him. “How do you know she’s on datin’ apps?”
“We’re friends.” He shrugs. “She shows me some of the messages she gets.”
When the fuck did this ‘friendship’ go down?
I frown a whole lot more. “You fuckin’ her? For real?”
“Nope. Not even close, but some of the fuckin’ creeps she tells me about. Wow. It’d make your head spin.”
“Jesus. H. Christ. Need to put a trackin’ device on her, too,” I mutter.
“Well, you could always plant one on her, not that she ever remembers her purse.”
“Does she ever go meet any of these men?”
“Sometimes. For a drink. No hook ups.”
Somehow, that’s a relief.
“Right, just a drink.”
“That’s what she says. She’s looking forthe one.”
I snort. “Oh, and you think you’re it?”
“Didn’t say that, but she’s cool, ya know. She’s not like other chicks.”
“I’m warnin’ you now, since you’refriends—Nova finds trouble like she finds the cookie jar every mornin’ in the lunchroom.”
“It’s okay. Sometimes she lets me tag along.”
“To her date?”
He shrugs. “Well, you can’t be too careful these days.”
“How does that work exactly? You sit in the back while she makes out with some stranger?”
“No, they don’t make out. I just make sure she’s safe.”
I rub my chin. Sawyer wouldn’t be bad for Nova, but I know she can’t stick to anything. Granted, she’s done well staying inNew Orleans as long as she has, but by the look on Sawyer’s face, I’d say he’s pretty smitten.
“Well, just keep doin’ that, just don’t get your hand caught in the cookie jar.”
“What if I did, though? Some of these fuckin’ assholes are unbelievable. She has no clue about how a real man should treat her.”
I study him for a second, his face serious as he contemplates his own words. I pat him on the back hard. “Got my blessin’, Brew, though? They’ve always been close, so don’t expect a parade in your honor.”
I don’t like the idea of some weird guy and my cousin, even if she is a grown woman. Women aren’t safe these days, and that’s just a sad fact.
After all the shit that went down with Willow, the compound was raided. They found lots of illegal shit like cigars, weapons and drugs. The vehicle that was meant to show up for Willow never came, so we’re still looking into The Directors. As for Connor? He ended up making it, and was exonerated for the murders Clare/Jane set him up for. I actually ended up feeling pretty sorry for the dude. He always came across so shady, aside from being an annoying little prick who wouldn’t leave Willow alone, he was as clean as a whistle.
It took a few months of recovery with Willow’s knee reconstruction, and it’ll never work quite as well as it did before, but she’s back moving around. It could be a year until it’s fully healed, but she’s on light duties at work, and that makes me feel a little bitter. For now.
“Hey,” Willow says from the doorway.
I look up from the desk. “Hey, what are you doin’ here?”
