“Who knows?” he muttered, voice off.
I rotated at the waist to face him, noting the lack of color in his cheeks and the way his eyes darted around on the street like he expected someone to leap out of the shadows.
His behavior was suspicious and put me on edge. “What’s wrong with you?”
He flinched. “W-what? N-nothing.” He lied. “W-why would something be wrong?”
I could smell it on him. The anxiety. No. Not anxiety. That was always clinging to him. This was different.
Fear.
“What happened upstairs?” I demanded, suddenly looking around like he’d just been. Was someone giving him trouble?
He stiffened, body so tense he practically vibrated. “Why would you think something happened?”
“You’re different than you were before.”
His leg started bouncing. Fingers tapped on the door. “I’m just really worried I’m going to get fired. I’m really late.”
“Do not lie to me.”
“I’m not!” he shouted. “Geez. I’ll just walk,” he said, flinging open the door.
I hit the gas and pulled away from the curb. He gasped and slammed the door shut, turning his whole body to glare at me.
I didn’t feel bad that his cheeks were even whiter than before. “I told you I would drive.”
He said nothing.
“Address,” I barked.
He gave me the street and pointed in the direction of the fish shop.
“I know it,” I told him. “I’m familiar with this city.”
He was quiet a heartbeat, then asked, “Because of your job?”
I stole a quick glance, noting the curiosity on his face. Not even what was bothering him could prevent him from asking.
I thought back to last night when I’d said I wanted to keep him and he told me he could be a killer.If only he knew.
“Yes,” I replied.
“What do you do?”
“I own some real estate.”
“Makes sense why you would need to know the city.”
It wasn’t a lie. I did own real estate. I bought it as a cover for my real job.
“If you weren’t so rich, I would have guessed you were some sort of military.”
Startled, I glanced in his direction. “What makes you think that?”
Haz shrugged, relaxing back into the seat. “You’re very disciplined.”
“Are you calling me bossy again?” My voice was dry.
