The guy hurried off like he’d just avoided getting his ass kicked.
I glanced up at Swift.
“You’re going to scare people.”
“Good,” he said.
I shook my head, but I didn’t argue.
We finished the walk back to my building in silence, the energy between us a little tighter than before.
We got on the elevator, rode it up, and the doors opened to Tyson standing in the hallway right outside my apartment.
Swift went rigid beside me.“What are you doing here?”he asked immediately.
Tyson turned.“I was checking on her,” he said.He jerked his chin toward me.“You didn’t answer.”
I stepped forward.“I was at the bar.”
Tyson’s gaze flicked to me, then back to Swift.
He wasn’t buying something.
I could tell.
“I was worried,” he said.Tyson was a lot of things, but a liar wasn’t one of them.
“I’m fine,” I said.“Promise.”
He looked me over like he was verifying that.Then nodded once.“What were you doing out?”
“Went to The Badger Den,” I said.
His jaw tightened slightly, but I ignored it.
“I’d tell you to come in,” I added, already moving toward my door, “but I just want to take a little nappy nap.”
Tyson snorted.“That sounds about right.”
“Come over tomorrow before work,” I said.“I’ll be awake longer than five minutes.”
He nodded.“Yeah.I can do that.”
His eyes slid to Swift.And there it was again, that tension.
That silentI don’t trust youconversation happening without words.
Swift didn’t back down and didn’t look away.He just met it head-on.
Tyson finally broke first, turning and heading down the hall toward his apartment.
I unlocked my door and pushed it open.“Seriously,” I said over my shoulder as we stepped inside, “you two need to figure out whatever beef you have going on because it is exhausting for me.”
Swift grunted.
Which was apparently his version ofnoted.
I kicked off my shoes and made a beeline for my bedroom without even looking back.
