Could she shift away from him without making it obvious that’s what she was doing?
“You’re going for a job interview at the big house?” he asked gruffly.
The big house? Was that what the place was called? When she’d tried to look up a satellite image of the residence there hadn’t been anything much to see. Just a large rooftop.
“Um, why?”
“Don’t do it. Don’t go. It’s not safe.”
Huh?
Why would he say that? Before she could ask, the guy was gone.
That was . . . so strange.
Why would he tell her not to go to the job interview? And, also, didn’t he know that telling someone not to do something often made them want to do it more?
Unless it was because he wanted the job . . . but had it even been advertised? It didn’t seem like it had been.
Anxiety ramped up inside her.
What was she doing? This was crazy.
She wasn’t so desperate for a job that she had to go to a stranger’s house.
And she knew that she should have told Zander about this . . . that was making her feel guilty too. It’s just that he would turn it into a thing.
Maybe it was a thing, though.
Getting up, she saw the bus coming and made a decision.
She was going with her gut.
She wasn’t going.
Turning, she walked back the way she’d come. Her feet were hurting because she’d decided to wear her best shoes. The ones that pinched and rubbed.
What an idiot she was.
Nothing was ever normal for her.
Why should getting a job be any different?
By the time she turned onto her street, she was breathing heavily and sweating.
Not a great look.
A car with tinted windows drove slowly past her and she stiffened.
But it simply drove straight past her.
What was wrong with her?
Why was she so paranoid?
Well, life had kind of shown her that she had to be.
When she reached her electric gate, she quickly opened it, then shut it behind her and rushed into her house, turning off the alarm.
