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Vlado lifted his head and pushed his hood down, a sheepish smile on his lips. “Hey.”
“Nick? Are you okay? The fuck is happening?” Gray sounded panicked now.
I lifted the phone and gave him what I hoped was a carefree smile. “Sorry, all good. False alarm.”
“What do you mean? Were you being followed?” he demanded.
Dammit. I shouldn’t have bothered him with this. Gray was like the big brother I’d always wanted, and I loved him to pieces, but he was insanely overprotective and I’d definitely tripped his Spidey sense. I guessed that I had two weeks, tops, before he cornered me and demanded to know what I was hiding and why I’d been such a shitty friend to him for the past few months.
“Yeah, but it’s no big deal.” I shot daggers at Vlado. “Just someone being annoying.”
He spun his ballcap around so it was backwards and shrugged innocently.
“I’m okay,” I told Gray. “I just have to deal with this.”
“Deal with what?”
“Nothing.” I blew him a kiss before he could ask again. “Thanks, babes.”
I ended the call and whirled on Vlado. “What the fuck?”
The group of moms with strollers were just passing us. A few of them threw me scandalized looks. Oops.
“Sorry.” I tucked my phone back in my pocket.
When they were out of earshot, I put my hands on my hips and glared at Vlado. “What? The? Fuck?” I repeated.
“What?” he asked innocently.
“Don’t play dumb with me, mister.” I wagged my finger at him. “Why are you following me and making me think I’m about to be murdered!”
“Shhhh.” He did a quick scan around us. “Use your indoor voice. I really don’t need to get shot because someone thinks I’m threatening you.”
“You do realize that telling me to use my indoor voice is the same as telling me to calm down.” I narrowed my eyes. “And what happens when someone tells me to calm down?”
He winced. “You’re right. You have every right to be upset.”
I marched up to him and stood close enough our toes touched. He had a point about yelling accusations at him and using words likemurderedin public, but he wasn’t about to get off without experiencing the full blast of my anger. “Talk.”
A black car I sort of recognized pulled up next to us.
“Get in.” Vlado waved to the car.
“What the hell is going on?”
“I promise I’ll explain everything when we’re in the car.”
I glared at him, half tempted to sit down on the sidewalk and have a full tantrum until he sang like a canary.
“Please,” he said softly.
“Fine.” I tapped my foot. “Well?”
“Well?” he echoed.
“Are you forgetting something?” I stared at the door handle to emphasize my point.
Vlado huffed out a laugh and peeled the door open. I slid inside and settled on the seat. A bald guy with a bushy beard and a huge and scarily realistic spider tattoo on his neck upnodded me from behind the wheel.
