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Me: Thought you were showering.

Three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again.

Roman: I did.

Me: For forty minutes?

Roman: I’m thorough.

I snort.

Me: Your truck is still here.

Nothing.

I wait.

And wait.

Finally, he responds.

Roman: Observant.

I narrow my eyes.

Me: Who picked you up?

No response.

Me: Beck?

Nothing.

Oh my God. It was Beck. I just know it.

I shove my phone into my pocket and march toward the side exit. The door opens into a smaller parking area behind the building.

I step outside and look around.

Empty.

Completely fucking empty.

I put my hands on my hips.

He left his truck here because he knew I'd watch for it.

I should be annoyed. And I am.

But mostly, I'm impressed.

Roman didn't speed away. Didn't lose me in traffic. Didn't even give me the chance to follow him.

Smart. Very smart.

My phone buzzes.

Roman: Don't follow me.