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I lowered the pistol and sighed heavily in relief before I hurried to the table to snatch up my phone and leave the gun, and I dialed the number Eli had recently sent to me as I made it back to the window.
Sure enough, the ringing sounded right outside, and I saw the shadow scrambling to get the phone from his pants and answer.
“Hello,” came a whisper, and the shadow moved from the porch quickly.
“Joel, get your ass to the door and knock like a normal person.”
“Huh? What you mean?”
I went to the door and threw it open, then looked left off the porch to see him walking quickly to the trees. “Joel! I can fucking see you!”
He stopped, turned slowly, and the hand with the phone dropped to his side as his head went down to hide his face with his hat.
“Come here!”
He started to me, never looking up once, and when he was back on the porch, shuffling his boots over the wood, he said, “Sorry.”
“Look at me.”
His head rose as he did what I wanted. “Yeah?”
“I invited you here, remember? Why are you sneaking around? You almost got your ass shot.”
“I didn’t mean no harm. I jus’…didn’t wanna bother you is all.”
I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pushed him to the open front door. “Get in here.”
After a couple of stumbling steps, he was in the door and looking around the place. “Looks differ’nt.”
“Oh? Different people live here.”
“Right. So, we eatin’ supper or fuckin’?”
The guy could exasperate a monk. “Joel, I told you to call me, and we’d set up a night to have dinner. I thought the rest, well, that we talked about the rest.”
He grinned at me without a bit of embarrassment and said, “Oh, we still doin’ all that?”
“Yeah. We are.”
I took my gun from the table and told him, “I’m gonna put this away. I’ll be right back.”
The moment the gun was in the drawer, and I was about to turn around to leave the bedroom, Joel, scaring the shit out of me from not expecting him to be right there, asked, “You was really gonna shoot me, huh?”
After dislodging my heart from my throat again, ready to bitch about him following me, I sighed, “Not you, exactly. I thought we had an intruder.”
“Oh, that makes sense. What’s for supper?”
I could roll my eyes, but I didn’t think he’d get it. Instead, I called Damon to come in, which was likely a bad idea. If Joel asked again about fucking, Damon wouldn’t be able to resist.
“Hey, babe, what’s up?”
“We have company?”
“I didn’t hear a car.”
I asked Joel, “How did you get here?”
“Parked down the way. Walked up.”
