“I took care of things myself, thanks.”
He chuckled. “So I heard.”
“Stop with the small talk,” I told him in a firm voice. “And answer my question honestly because I have things to do. What are you doing here?”
Lawrence moved a step closer, stopping when I moved one back. He tilted his head, curious at my reaction.
“We’re good? Right?” he wondered.
I scoffed. “Good? I haven’t seen you since our break-up. We’re not anything, and I don’t want to be anything.”
He raised a brow. “So, you’re seeing someone, aren’t you?”
“And we’re done.”
I turned to walk again. He hurried after me, gaining enough ground to stop in front of me.
“Move,” I said when he blocked my path to the building’s door.
“Wait a second.” He held up a hand to keep me from going around him. “Okay, I’m sorry. I honestly wanted to check and see how you were doing.”
I rolled my eyes. “God. I moved months ago. If you really wanted to know how I was doing, you would have found a way sooner.”
He smiled and gave me a one-shoulder shrug. “It’s possible for a person to want two things simultaneously. And for all you know, maybe I was nervous about seeing you again, huh? Maybe I was afraid.”
I gave him a look. “You, Griffin? Nervous? You must think I’m a complete fool. Maybe at one point, I was after getting caught up in you. But that’s not me anymore. So, I’ll give you one more chance to share whatever bullshit you have, and then, you’re getting a knee to the groin.”
“It’s always a pleasure,” he joked. “Seeing you.”
When I shoved his arm out of my way, he finally yielded. “Okay, okay.” He held his hands up. “I’m looking for someone.”
“Talk faster,” I ordered. My drink was getting warm, and I was starting to get a headache thinking about all the reasons he could be here. None of them were good.
“You’re close with some of the guys on the team, right? You always are,” Lawrence started.
“This isn’t going fast enough for me.”
He sighed but looked impressed. “There’s two, in particular, I’m curious about. David Porter and Dakota Wells. You know them?”
I kept my expression neutral, feeling very protective over Dakota. “In passing. Why?”
“I’m trying to get in contact with them while avoiding a certain someone who probably wants to kill me.”
“You’re looking at her,” I said, flatly.
He chuckled. “No, not you. This guy could really do me one in, and I need to keep my face semi-presentable for meetings and whatnot. Bruises are bad for business.”
“You need to get out of here,” I said with more hardness in my tone.
He was the same troublemaker he’d been in high school. Bad boys were cute when they were young. Bad men weren’t to be toyed with unless you wanted to become tainted yourself.
“Look, I could waste my time waiting for another football game. Or, I could ask my only contact here, you, for one of their numbers.”
“What do you need their number for?”
“Got a few questions about where they were last week, and if they know what happened to Coach Axe last night.”
“When did you join the police force?” I asked, tone wrapped in sarcasm. “What happened to Axe?”
