“I’ll do that. Just as soon as I get out of this torture chamber.”
I started up the Jeep and pulled out of the parking lot. “Let me guess, you treated someone else to your winning personality and they punched you in the face?”
He grunted but otherwise said nothing else.
At my apartment, I pulled up behind his Porsche and parked, moving the seat so he could climb out of the back. I started to walk away but then stopped. “Thanks for bringing my Jeep. The cabs around here take forever.”
“Did you make that phone call yet?”
Ahh, and there it was. The real reason he brought my Jeep. It was just an excuse to check up on me.
I sighed. “No.”
“I’m not leaving until you make the call.”
“Fine. Come upstairs. I’ll call her inside.”
At my door, I used my keys to unlock it and let us in, pausing once the door was open. “You left the door unlocked this morning when we left.”
“You locked it when you left, then?”
He nodded. “Leaving your doors unlocked isn’t safe.”
I almost made a quip about him not caring about whether or not I was safe, but I didn’t bother. I was tired.
He sat down in the nearby club chair and dabbed at his eye.
I went in the kitchen and grabbed an icepack and towel. “Here,” I said, jabbing it in front of his face. “That looks like it hurts.”
“I’ve had worse.”
I leaned in and looked at it. It was still oozing. “Did you even clean it?”
“I rinsed it out. You gonna make that call?” he asked, holding the ice up to his face. He didn’t even wince when the pack made contact with his wound.
I grabbed up my phone and dialed Rosalyn’s number. I was aware of Charming’s brooding stare as the phone rang. Rosalyn answered on the third ring.
“Hello?” Her voice was a little questioning, probably because my number was new.
“Hi, Rosalyn. This is Frankie. We met the other night…”
“Oh, yes! How are you?”
“I’m great. How are you?”
“Nothing wrong that a greasy slice of pizza can’t fix.”
I laughed. “I don’t think there is anything pizza can’t fix.”
“Hey, you wouldn’t want to grab some in a bit would you?”
“Oh. Well…” Charming appeared next to me and nodded. “I’m just getting off work—” Before I could finish my sentence, he snatched the phone out of my hand.
“Rosalyn,” he purred into the line. “This is Charming. We met the other night.” He grinned at whatever she was saying. “Yes, I’m here with Frankie. She was having some car trouble so I picked her up from work.”
I wondered if he would like a gash on his left eye to match the one on his right.
“Pizza?” he was saying. “Sure, we’d love to.” His eyes slid to mine and he smirked. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a soda out of the fridge and sat down at the table. This day just kept on getting better.
