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She giggles. “No, really. I get why you played pet the pussy with him now.”
“Will you stop calling it that?”
“I still think you need to be careful.”
I collect my hair and hygiene products, cradling them in my arms. “I am. There won’t be any more touching. He’s actually kind of annoying.”
As soon as I pass her to step into the hall, I bump into Vicente. “Need some help?”
My face burns with embarrassment, considering he definitely had to have heard what I said.
“Uhh. I’m good,” I say as my curling iron drops to the floor.
Autumn chokes back a laugh, bending down to pick it up. “She’s stubborn.”
“I’m aware.”
I speed walk into my room, dropping everything onto my bed. Autumn appears next to me, adding my curling iron to the pile.
“I think he heard you,” she whispers before quickly turning around and leaving when I pin her with a glare.
Nearly ten minutes later my suitcase is packed as well as a duffle bag I had to steal from Noah’s room. I come out to the living room where I find Autumn and Vicente talking over a plate of cookies.
“We just did a huge wedding in the ballroom. It was spectacular. The next event is for a couple’s fortieth wedding anniversary. Have you ever been married?” Autumn asks, eyes flickering to mine.
“No, never married,” he answers, turning to face me. “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, it was nice meeting you,” Autumn says as Vicente walks over to grab my bags.
He gives her a friendly smile. “You too.”
“Thanks for making sure my friend is safe, but make sure she comes back to me.”
“No promises,” he says with a wink.
Autumn giggles and then raises her brows at me when he turns his back. She thinks he’s being flirty, but I read it as a threat.
“Call me later,” she tells me.
“I will.”
We say goodbye, and then I’m in the car with Vicente and his driver, but this time we don’t go to his condo. The drive is longer and farther away from the city. I notice when the buildings become scarce and the trees and land become abundant. My head swivels around, looking through each window to get an idea of the direction we’re heading.
I remember him saying he had a place in Clover and Cannon Grove.
“Where are we going?” I finally ask.
“Home.”
“Which is where?”
“You’ll see.”
It’s nearly forty more minutes before we arrive. We go through a gate that requires a code, and drive for at least half a mile before we approach a very modern and bold looking house. Not exactly large, but definitely intimidating. The black bricks surround large glass windows that turn corners and take up most of the building. It’s an odd shape—all angles and nestled deep in a forest. I don’t remember when I last saw another house.
The driver pulls us directly into a two-car garage, getting out to grab my things from the trunk.
