Cap had no problem making his intentions known for Raye, and they were inseparable within days.
Same with Eric and Jessie.
Javi, though, had some issues to deal with, so that took a while.
On the flipside, Willow had issues going there with Gabe, which took another while.
And now we could add Knox in that mix when it came to me. And this was going to last for eternity.
Gluh.
“So, before we go out there,” I began, “I need to give you a heads-up about something that you have to be very careful about sharing with anyone without a cross-your-heart-hope-to-die.” I thought of this and added, “Solidified by a pinkie promise that you nor they will allow it to get to Knox.”
Tying on her apron (beige to go with her army-green T-shirt dress), she focused on me. “What?”
“Do you cross your heart and hope to die?” I asked.
She blew out a breath, crossed her heart then lifted up three fingers in a scout pledge (when she’d never been a scout, but I’d allow it).
Though, I did hold up my pinkie.
Another big breath from Raye, and she hooked her pinkie to mine.
When we broke, I said, “I have reason to believe Cheyenne is stalking either me or Knox, or, since he’s very stationary and I’m looking after him, both of us.”
Her eyes got large.
“I know,” I agreed to her nonverbalized shock.
“How do you know?”
“I saw her drive through the parking lot at The Porch last night as I was walking in. She didn’t come in to eat, by the way. And before you ask, I haven’t noticed a tail since then, and I’ve been watching. But my guess is, she was either staking out Knox’s, and she followed me when I left there, or she was staking out the Oasis, and ditto.”
“Why don’t you want Knox to know this?” she asked.
“Because I told him she confronted me, he flipped out immediately, phoned her and tore her a new one. Alas, he also told her to leave me alone, so even if he was very clear, it didn’t work.”
Raye didn’t say anything for a long time, she just stared at me.
I allowed this for a while, then said, “And yes, I know I need to sort myself out. Knox and I are doing that after work tomorrow.”
“Good,” she mumbled. “What are you going to do about Cheyenne?”
I lifted a shoulder. “No clue. If she follows me around and keeps her distance, hopefully, it’ll blow over and that’ll be that. If she doesn’t…I still don’t know. I’ve never had a stalker.”
“It’s pretty extreme to follow you around, Luna. Maybe we should ask Shanti’s cousin what he thinks you should do.”
Shanti’s cousin, Jayden, was a cop. A hot cop with a wife that was “extra” (per Shanti).
I’d met him during a tense conversation where we learned the entirety of the Phoenix Metropolitan Police got a bulletin that they were not to assist the Angels in any way.
Mm-hmm, yeah.
We hadn’t been at our Angels gig for very long, but we already had a reputation.
Even if he was unhelpful when we were going to hit him up to be our man on the inside in the police department, it did not dull his hotness (he was that hot).
Though, Raye was right. He could probably advise on this.
