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CHAPTER 19
SABLE
I earned a share of funny looks as I climbed out the back of the car and walked toward my apartment building. I did the best I could to ignore them, hope like hell no one would take a photo.
People would wonder why Wolfgang's widow looked like crap while surrounded by a judge and a renowned interior designer. The whole scenario was strange to say the least. The online gossip mill would go crazy with speculation.
I wouldn't even know how to begin to answer the questions they'd throw at me.
Leif on the other hand?—
"She's helping me to decorate a house," he called out to someone who was staring with particular interest.
Of course it didn't explain why he was clean except for grass stains on his jeans but it would do for now. As explanations went, it was somewhat plausible. Ish.
I hurried inside and up to my apartment, both guys following me like a pair of bodyguards.
Maybe I should get some of those. A couple of burly men in dark suits to follow me everywhere, making sure I was safe. That might deter Woody from trying for a third time. Forrest and Leifcouldn't shadow me everywhere for the rest of our lives. Or my life, at least.
Honestly, I would have left them out in the corridor, but they were both right on my heels as I stepped into my apartment.
Forrest carefully locked the door behind us before walking through the entire space.
I didn't need to ask if he was checking for Woody hiding under the bed. Of course he was.
"Are we going to talk about what he did?" I asked. "I know you said he wouldn't have let me die, but…" I shrugged and watched Forrest peer behind the couch.
"Woody would have known that post was rotten," Leif said. "He would have known you could get yourself free."
I wasn't so sure.
"Let me guess. Trying to kill people is his love language," I said sarcastically.
Leif actually chuckled. "That sounds about right. He scowls at you but I've seen the look in his eyes. I don't know, but I think he has a thing for you. I know I have a thing for you. If you'd died today, he would have been next."
He didn't seem to be joking.
"I'm going to have a shower," I said, walking away from them both.
Should I turn my back on them?
After a moment's thought, I decided it was okay. They'd had plenty of opportunities to hurt me without anyone there to witnesses it. If they were going to, they would have done it already.
I turned around to close the bathroom door, only to bump into both of them as they were following me in.
"I figured you'd need some help," Forrest said.
"I don't think you need help, but I'm going to give it to you anyway." Leif nudged Forrest with his elbow.
They were shoulder to shoulder in the doorway, neither apparently willing to step away for the other.
My tongue slid over my lips.
"I can wash myself," I said weakly.
"Of course you can, but it's more fun this way." Forrest stepped inside the bathroom and gripped the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head and tossing it aside on the floor. Dust spread out around it where it landed.
