CHAPTERFIFTEEN
The next night, I hesitated outside my apartment door. I was beat from working another double shift—thankfully, not fired for not showing up yesterday—but I wasn’t hesitating because of that. “Are you sure you want to do this tonight?”
Rune rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes closing. “It’ll keep my mind off God and the funeral tomorrow. I need the distraction.”
My brows pulled together. “Our first date is just a distraction for you?”
His eyes snapped open, quickly backtracking. “No, no. I meant the distraction is in duping your father. Not spending time with you.”
“Are you sure Finn knows what he’s doing?” I questioned, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. “Seriously, he told us we should go out and do what we want to do together. Neither of us has sweet, happy ideas. Don’t people go to movies or something like that?”
“He knows what he’s doing. I trust him.” Rune nabbed my hand and held it gently in his as we strolled side-by-side to the elevator. “And we are going to dinner. I know a lot of people do that.”
“We’re going to a high-end strip club.”
“Where they serve dinner,” he added.
My attention flicked to him. “You know this place is mainly male strippers, right?”
He nodded, his eyes narrowing a smidge. “Not exactly perfect, but it’s where your father will be tonight—if my men told me the correct information.”
I snorted. “Your men?”
His brows rose, and he stared down the tip of his nose. “I’ve had my men following you anytime you were alone. Did you even know they were there?”
I jabbed my finger against the elevator button. “You did what?”
“For protection. I didn’t want you getting kidnapped again.”
I waited. My blue eyes blazed with unnerving heat.
He ran his fingers through his hair, grumbling, “I should have had them follow us the whole time.”
The elevator door opened, and I dragged him inside. I pressed the button for the bottom floor. “That’s not really the point. You had people watching me.”
“Would you rather I spy on you?”
“Well, no. But isn’t it the same thing if they’re your men?”
“It was their eyes. Not mine. They only report if there’s an issue.” He shrugged.
I sighed and rested the side of my head against his bicep. “I guess I understand why you did it.”
“Good. That’s something I won’t apologize for—if you had wanted one.”
I snorted. “Anything else you want to tell me?”
He hummed. “I can go invisible.”
My head jerked up, and my eyes found his. “Really?”
He nodded, a pleased smirk stamped on his face. “Yes. The guys and I each have a unique ability since we were born in a fucked up time. My special talent is invisibility.”
I bounced on the balls of my feet. “Show me.”
He glanced at the elevator screen. “Damn, this thing is slow.”
Then he disappeared. Poof. Gone…
