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I forced myself to open the door and stand. This motherfucker walked right up to me like we’d known each other for an eternity and were completely comfortable being only a few inches apart.
“Take this,” he said and handed me what looked like a business card. “Go there now and wait for me. I’ll keep him busy.”
I said a grand total of zero words before he’d already turned back for his truck.
“Do it,” Memphis said from the speakers in the car. “Do what he said. Go.”
“The fuck?” I mumbled and dropped back into the car to get the hell out of there before I had to witness whatever was about to happen between these two men.
“What’s the address that he gave you?” Memphis asked. I read it off to her and just started driving, without bothering to look back.
“Okay, so I’m going to call Indy. Utah gave you an address for nothing. It’s just a field. Like empty, open farmland. And I don’t think I want to let you play that game. I’m going to find somewhere public for you to go wait for him. Just keep driving and I’ll send an address through to your GPS when I figure something out.”
“How is this just your fucking day job?” I asked no one, because Memphis was already off the phone with me.
She had me sitting in a crowded hotel parking lot twenty minutes later, pacing around Persephone because I couldn’t force myself to sit still for the life of me. I had every single window rolled down because Memphis was waiting to listen in on this interaction when Utah did show up.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“What?”
“I track your phone,” she said. “Are you just walking in circles?”
“Yes, Memphis. I am. Are you somehow not nervous?” I asked. “Don’t bother answering. I really don’t want the answer. And he’s here.”
“Just take what he’s bringing and drive away,” Memphis said.
“Then maybe you should’ve fucking come to do this yourself if you know what needs to be done,” I whisper-shouted through the windows while I walked around to stand between Seph and this massive truck that was parking next to her.
It.
The car.
God.
What was happening to me?
I waited in uncomfortable silence while Utah got out and opened the back door of his truck to pull out a giant box. I leaned back into the car to hit the button to release the hatch. He didn’t look even the least bit nervous while he placed the box in the trunk and closed the hatch. I just stared at him, awkwardly and still in total silence when he took a single step in my direction. Was I supposed to thank him? Shake his hand? Memphis said she called in a favor, but were these people her friends? Or was this just some weird arrangement of convenience, and they all actually disliked each other? Whatever it was, I got a look at his hands before he stuffed them into the pockets of his shorts. Both sets of knuckles were bright red and had blood on them, so I was certainly not shaking his hand.
“Yeah, I’m looking at her now,” he said and paused for an uncomfortably long time. He shrugged the giant boulders that sat in the place of his shoulders, and this motherfucker looked up and down my entire body.
“She’s not really what I expected, but yeah. I’d still say she’s hot,” he said.
“Excuse me?” I asked. Then this joker raised his hand in my direction, to tell me to be quiet like I was a toddler interrupting his phone call. And I nearly rolled my eyes right out of my skull when I realized he was on his stupid, little ear radio with Indy.
“What? No,” he said and paused again to listen. “Because I said no. I’m not taking a picture of her. It’s rude. Quit being weird.”
“But it’s less rude to stand here and have this conversation in front of me?” I asked. “The fuck is wrong with literally every person who works for this company?”
He ignored me completely.
“Well, yeah. I mean if I met her in a bar or something, I wouldn’t turn her down. But for several million dollars, I think I would’ve just kept it in my pants,” he said and paused again. I took a very noticeable step backward at that comment, wondering if I was about to have to run.
“Indy. I am not taking a picture of her. My God, man,” he said and hung his head back to stare at the sky for a second. He sighed before he looked back to my eyes that time.
“Can I take a picture of you?” He asked.
“What? No. Fuck off.”
