Tell me I’m not stupid for missing you.
Stupid, you aren’t. Poisonous, you are.
What are you, Yoda? Talk to me!
Go to bed, G. You look tired.
How are you watching me still? I had the place debugged.
Oh, did she now?
What else did I miss while I was out?
I leave her on read for another thirty minutes, hoping she’ll give up. While I sift through documents and paperwork, she watches TV with Bear.
It’s like we’re together, coexisting. It’s only that she’s halfway across town, and I’m holed up with work I’d rather not be doing.
The flicker of her shutting the TV off draws my eyes back to the monitors behind my laptop screen. She lets Bear out, leaning on the doorframe as she looks at her phone again.
My phone pings.
I changed the locks.
Is she trying to goad me into answering?
Knowing she’d done it isn’t an issue; I can still get in the house. It’s the fact that she did it in the first place.
She’s attempting to get me to react to her, and it’s what Joe and Helms have been worried about since they caught wind of her.
She’s a fucking distraction.
A sickly sweet one I can’t resist.
I text back, grinning.
Like I fucking care.
As if she knows I’m full of shit, she turns toward the living room as she shuts the door, reading my text with a big ass smirk on her face.
Fuck.
I showed my hand.
25
Greer
Melody looks at me over her shoulder as if I'm going to disappear from thin air at any moment. Bill has walked by four times since I got here two hours ago, always eyeing me with a worried look and a grimace.
On his fifth pass, I drop the book in my hands on the table with a thump. "Will you two stop it?"
"Sorry, we're just not used to you being here."
"I was gone for a little over a month. Pretend I was on vacation."
Bill huffs a laugh. "A vacation where you were held against your will?"
I swallow. Since Koen is somehow a ghost, no stories have been broken about my return or his arrest, which I'm thankful for.
