“Who is this guy?” Lewis asked.
Fiona had almost forgotten about him. Funny, he was still standing right in front of her. That’s the power Vincent had over her. He made her forget about everything but him.
“He’s my dad,” Fiona said before brushing past him and dragging Vincent toward the back exit.
“Why are you following me?” she asked when they were standing in the back alley. She wasn’t scared of any dangers around them. She knew Vincent would never let anything happen to her.
“Who was that guy?” he asked instead.
“He’s no one. Now why are you following me?”
Vincent didn’t look like he wanted to drop that topic but she wasn’t going to talk about her sex life, or lack thereof, with this man. “I heard back from Squeaker and I thought you might want to know about it, but your phone was off. I had to track you down through Bennett.”
“I’ve been avoiding my family so I turned it off.” She wasn’t going to apologize for having the phone off. Obviously, he was a man with resources. “What did you hear? Did she find my stalker?” That was quick.
“She didn’t say. Do you want to come with me and find out or do you want to stay with the girls?”
“Go with you.” She was ready to be done with this stalker problem and get back to her life. “Let me go tell the girls.” She took a step around him and stumbled, almost falling on her face.
“Shit,” Vincent cursed before catching her. “How much have you been drinking?”
“Not enough,” she whispered. “I just lost my equilibrium for a moment. I’m fine.”
Vincent didn’t look convinced.
“It’s the heels. I’m not used to them.” She lifted a foot to show him. They were cute. Black with a little silver bow on the top. But as cute as they were, they pinched her feet and didn’t give her much ankle support. She rarely wore heels in the office, preferring flats, but Savannah had insisted on them.
“Then why wear them?” He asked, looking flummoxed.
“Because that’s what girls wear when they go out. They dress up and wear heels.” At least, that’s what Savannah told her. “Savannah said they make my legs look longer.” She looked down at her legs. “But they look the same to me.” Why she’d been taking fashion advice from a woman who’d lived most of her life in a jungle or medical office was beyond her.
“You’ve always had long legs.” Vincent cleared his throat. “You weren’t seriously thinking about going home with that guy, were you?”
Fiona shook her head at his jealous tone. He couldn’t have it both ways. Vincent couldn’t push her away for her own good and yet try to be involved in her sex life. “What business is it of yours if I did?”
A tic worked in his jaw. “Because that guydidn’thave good intentions toward you.”
“As opposed to any other guy I’d meet in the bar.”
Vincentdidn’thave a ready comeback.It was just as well. She was starting to get a headache.
“Let’s just go to Squeaker.” She shook her head, pushing away from him.
Fiona hugged Savannah and told the girls she was leaving. They all winked and whistled at her until they saw Vincent come up behind her. Savannah looked excitedly between the two of them. Since the Congo, she had been hoping Fiona and Vincent would end up together. Itdidn’tmatter how many times Fiona had told her it would never happen.
“Get that excited look off your face. He’s helping me with a problem, nothing more.” Only because he wouldn’t let there be. She couldn’t get out of her mind his panicked look that morning when he fled her bedroom like she had leprosy or something.
“Sometimes that how things start,” Savannah said encouragingly.
“Not this.” Fiona shot her down. She didn’t want to get Savannah’s hopes up that she and Vincent would live happily ever after and she’d move out to Texas. “Vincent has his life and I have mine. Nothing will ever happen between us.” Nothing more than what already had.He’d rejected her too many times. He’d just given her the best orgasm of her life, she’d been ready for more and then he was gone.
“Be careful.”
“Will do,” Fiona said, hugging her friend one last time.
“I’ll drop off your bags later tonight.”
“Thanks.” Those outfits had cost her a small fortune, but Savannah swore they would help her catch a man’s attention. She just wished she had kept her Converse shoes on instead of wearing the heels. She felt unstable in them, but Savannah swore they went with the dress. The price women paid for fashion.
