He paused. “Ketchup?”
I looked up at him and nodded. “For my eggs?”
He blinked. “For… your eggs.”
I tilted my head. “You don’t eat ketchup with your eggs?”
He looked at me like I grew a second head. “You do?”
My cheeks tinted with a small blush. “So that’s just a me thing?”
“Not in the slightest!” I heard Ariel call out as she passed by the door. “I’ll get you some, because I’m getting me some!”
“You’re both weird!” Amanda called out.
“Everyone shut up!” Ranger bellowed. “You’re scaring her!”
I furrowed my brow and looked over at Ghost. “Scaring who?”
Ghost still looked at me like I was an alien from another planet. “The woman Ranger’s been taking care of.”
“What?”
“The woman that was chased to our clubhouse by the car with the logo of your company on it.”
I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. There was so much information. “Right, right.”
“Here you goooo!” Ariel sing-songed as a few ketchup packets came flying at me.
They scattered all over the bed, and I giggled as I reached for them. “Thank you!”
“No problem!”
“Sssshhh!” Ranger hissed.
But when my attention turned back to Ghost, gone was the incredulity of his stare, and in its place was that same intense look he always gave me whenever I looked at him.
“Eat,” he said before he got up and walked back over to his desk. “You need the energy.”
“Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked.
“Ate an hour ago.”
“Ah.”
I made up my eggs the way that I liked them and ate a few bites. I kept stealing glances over at him while he kicked back in that rickety chair that I just knew was going to give out sooner rather than later. He was dressed in all black, as usual, and part of me wondered if I threw open his closet, would I find any color in it at all? I got a chance to study him while I ate. The way he leaned back on the two back legs of the chair. The way his eyes focused on the camera screens of my demolished apartment.
“Your super has come into your apartment a couple of times,” Ghost said. “You’ll eventually have some questions to answer.”
“I can only imagine,” I muttered while chewing.
“You have a good neighbor, too,” he said as he kept watching the screens. “She’s come across the hall each time to close your door when it keeps getting left open.”
That got my attention. “How many times has it been left open?”
Ghost peeked over at me. “Four.”
I damn near choked on my food. “Those assholes have been back there two other times?”
