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“I know you do. You goin’ home?”
“Yeah, but can I ask you something?” I ask him. I need to know if he sent Twitch over here. I need to know if he knows.
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Did you send Twitch to check on me?”
“No. Why would I?”
“I don’t know. He showed up here,” I tell him. I don’t miss the growl on the other end of the line. He didn’t send him over here.
“I’ll deal with him when I get back.”
“I don’t want to cause trouble, Cage.”
“What did he want? Did he say?” I can’t tell him about the other night in the kitchen, or he’d lose his shit, and I know he needs to be focused for his run. I won’t do anything to interrupt that.
“No. He was talking about getting a tattoo.”
“You didn’t do it?” he asks, sounding a little pissed off.
“No. A client walked in.”
“Good girl. Stay away from Twitch until I get back,” he informs me. Now my heart picks up a beat. He’s never told me to stay away from anyone. Why now?
“Is there a problem?” I ask.
“No. Just do what you’re told.”
“Okay. I can’t help if he shows up here, though. You know that, right?”
“I know, and I’ll handle it.”
“Okay. Well, I’m going to clean up and head home. I have some early appointments tomorrow,” I yawn.
“Okay. Be careful goin’ home. Lock the doors,” he orders. This is new too. He’s never told me to be careful or to lock the doors. What’s gotten into him? Is he worried about Twitch?
“I will. Night, Cage.”
“Night, baby.” I hit end call, turn and walk back into the room to clean Scott’s arm.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
“Yeah. Would you mind walking out with me? I don’t know if that weird guy is still lurking around,” I explain as I clean up his arm.
“Yeah, I’ll walk you out. Have you thought any more about what I said last time I saw you?”
“I don’t know, Scott. I just don’t see us together like that anymore.” And it’s not just because of Cage, either. I don’t want to be in an abusive relationship again. I get he claims to be sober now. I understand that, but it doesn’t mean it will stay that way.
I finish cleaning up my station, and neither of us speaks another word about it. I lock up, and Scott walks me out to my car. I check the area before climbing in.
“Thanks for walking me.”
“Anytime. You sure you’re good?”
“I’m fine.”
“Okay. Be careful,” he says as he closes my door. I start the engine and pull out onto the road. I drive for a few minutes until I see the single headlight behind me. My heart beats too quickly. My stomach cramps as I realize it’s Twitch. It has to be.
