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“No… Why?”
I sigh. “I assume you’ve spoken to him though?”
“Yeah, of course. He told me that you went missing.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and suck in a breath. “That’s not exactly what happened. I left him.”
“Why?” she gasps.
“Because I need to figure things out and I couldn’t do that in Miami.”
“Oh,” she whispers, understanding in her voice. “You’re in Baton Rouge.”
I nod. “I am but you can’t tell anyone.”
“Of course, Jules. I’ll keep my lips sealed.”
I push off the wall and begin walking away from the building. “I also wanted to ask you how open you are to the idea of moving.”
“Uh… I’m open to it, I guess. Are you not coming back to Miami?”
“I just don’t think it’s for me anymore. I feel really good here and I think this is where I want to build my life.”
She’s quiet for a moment and my belly flips as I wait for her response.
“But what if you change your mind once your memory comes back?”
“Well, I’m only doing month to month on my rental so if something happens, we can readjust but for now, I’d like to have you here with me to set everything up.”
She sucks in a breath and slowly lets it out. “Okay. Let me wrap up a few things around here and set everyone else up to run without us for a while and then I’ll be down there.”
“Thank you, Nico.”
“Of course.”
“And please, please don’t say anything to Gavin. I know he’s hurting but I ended things. I’ve asked him to move on and he’s choosing not to.”
She sighs. “I promise I won’t say a word and if he calls me again, I’ll tell him to let it go.”
I thank her again and she promises to get in touch soon to let me know when she will get to town before we say good-bye. Releasing a sigh, I slip my phone back into my pocket and glance up as I turn to where I parked Sawyer’s truck. A large man in a black SUV catches my attention as he pulls a camera away from his face. Even behind the sunglasses, I can feel his eyes boring into me and my belly flips as my heart rate quickens.
Shit.
Did Gavin find me already?
I have no idea what the new me would do in this situation but the old me, the girl I remember, would never take something like this laying down. Sucking in a breath, I march up to his car and arch a brow.
“Can I help you with something?”
He shakes his head, completely unfazed. “Nope. I was just waiting for someone.”
“Then why the hell are you taking pictures of me?”
“I wasn’t.”
I point to the camera in his lap. “I saw you.”
“I was taking pictures of the city. Not you.” There is something sketchy about him and I don’t believe him for a second but without proof, what else can I do? I suppose I could demand to see his camera but that is a little too much for me. Sucking in a breath, I take a step back and nod.
