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Cap smiled at me as he came my way.
Watching him do it (both the moving and the smiling, mostly the smiling), parts of my body tingled, other parts rippled.
And Harlow whispered, “I hate you so much,” before she grabbed her iced lattes and took off to a table.
“Hey,” Cap greeted when he arrived opposite me.
I approached my side of the bar. “Hey.”
My gaze went to his bud.
“This is Liam Tucker,” Cap said. “He’s one of our Phoenix crew.”
“Hey, Liam,” I greeted.
“Rachel,” he replied on a wide smile.
Super cute.
But I had other thoughts on my mind.
Primarily, Cap knew my name, and I didn’t tell him. He knew where I lived, and I didn’t tell him that either. Now I knew he knew where I worked, and ditto me not telling him.
So…how much about medidhe know?
I mean, even for your average, everyday person, it wouldn’t be hard to learn certain things about me. Certain things it was nobody’s business to know, but it was public record, not to mention, it’d been splashed all over the media nineteen years ago.
Therefore, someone like Cap could probably dig even deeper and know it all.
I didn’t like this. That kind of thing was for me to share, or not, at my choice.
“You know where I work,” I said to Cap.
“Yeah, it’s kind of my business to find shit out about people,” he replied.
“Can I hold on to hope that you only did prelims on that?” I requested.
He held my gaze steady and stated honestly, “Sorry, Rachel, not with what I saw on your wall last night.”
Okay, so I had to give him the fact that what I’d meticulously crafted on my wall was something anyone, especially someone like him, would find interesting and even alarming.
But I didn’t like this either.
At all.
I opened my mouth to share that with him, all the while struggling with that bloody wound I harbored deep down inside. A wound I could ignore normally, because I’d had nearly two decades of practice. Not to mention, I’d carefully curated some kickass, comfy décor in my Citadel so I could chillout in my denial without worrying if I had the right toss pillows.
But I couldn’t ignore it right then.
However, to my utter shock, suddenly, Tito was there.
Cap didn’t miss it, and Cap dwarfed him, so Cap had to bend his neck really far to look down at Tito.
The minute his eyes hit Tito’s aqua-framed sunglasses, Tito said, “Thank you for your service.”
After he said that, he shuffled away on his tube-sock, slide-covered feet.
Evidence as to why Tito hired so well, he could read people.
