She finally shrugs me off. “The difference between you and me, Cillian, is that I don’t stalk my crush.”
“I didn’t. I had a meeting.” I gesture to the shop where customers are waiting to be rung up. “Ask Jen.”
“Whatever. I’m late for dinner.” She skirts the storefront.
“Electra, wait.” I jog after her. “I’m sorry.”
“Deal’s off.”
Cold punches my chest hard enough to make me fall back a step. I can’t lose her. This will set me back months. My stepbrothers will never give me more time. They’ll give the job to someone else, get rid of me, and keep Quinn captive.
Electra turns the corner at a clipped pace.
I follow. “I’m sorry for having acted like a dick. I swear it won’t happen a—” I stop short, because where the fuck is my station wagon?
Only three cars remain in the parking lot, and the Woody isn’t one of them.
I grip my nape and squeeze. The Porsche SUV I blocked—it’s gone. The driver must’ve have had my car towed. I don’t understand how and when, considering I was atLogan’sfor barely twenty minutes.
I scan the lot again, absurdly hopeful I somehow missed my car.
“Fuck,” I growl, retrieving my phone from my pocket.
“What?”
“My car got towed.”
As I look up the address of where I need to go, I hear Electra say, “From this lot?”
“Jen told me to park behind a red Porsche.” I huff out an annoyed breath. “She mustn’t have passed on the message to the driver of the red Porsche.Fuck.”
Instead of heading into Blooms’ through the back entrance, she steps into the street and lifts her arm. I think she’s about to cast a spell—God knows which one or why it’s the first thought that comes to mind—when a cab swerves toward her.
She pops open the passenger door. “Come on, Lowry. Get in.”
But I just stand there.
“Get in before I change my mind about accompanying you.”
I all but dive into the cab. And then I just gawk at her like some creep.
“What?” she asks a few minutes into the drive.
“I can’t decide whether you’re coming with me out of pity or— I can’t even think of an or…”
“Can’t I be tagging along because I’m not a completely heartless bitch?” She stares through the windshield at the sea of taillights.
“Does this mean I get a second chance?”
“A second one? You never even had a first chance.” She sticks her elbow on the door and cradles her cheek on her fingers. “Honestly, I don’t know if it’s such a good idea. You obviously have a lot of?—”
“Feelings?”
“I was going to say expectations, but we can go with feelings. You did have a lot of those back at the bar.”
“Derek was a tool.”
She rolls her eyes. “Derek was genuinely interested inme.” Under her breath, she adds, “And not because of the size of my bank account, or because of my connections.”
