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“Why?”
“I need to be the one gathering information. Can’t risk being made by someone else first.”
What was that supposed to mean? And why was he suddenly in such a sour mood?
“I thought the plan was to find your people. Wouldn’t you want them to recognize you?”
“There are no crossing guards in the area.”
“Okay…probably because you’re missing. I bet they’re waiting for you to return. Or maybe your job isn’t crossing duty after all. The vest also works for construction sites. Did you see any of those?”
“No.”
“Did you try talking to anyone?”
He showed me a business card. All it said wasQuestion Everything. No phone number, website, any kind of information.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“Nothing good, I’m sure,” Tristan said.
“What?”The more words we exchanged the less I understood him and the more frustrated I felt.
I reached into my bag and pulled out the stuffed napkin I’d tucked away from the breakfast spread inside the building. I offered Tristan the bagel and cream cheese.
His stomach growled.
“Thank you,” he said.
I dropped the other snack I’d snatched—a sausage link—into Miso’s cage.
She caught it between her front paws.
“The weasel gets the good stuff, huh?” Tristan said, raising a giant fake brow.
“Hey, I grabbed what I could, and weasels only eat meat.”
Miso snickered and chewed on the sausage, staring at Tristan the whole time, like she was rubbing it in his face.
“Really, thank you,” Tristan said. “You’ve gone above and beyond what anyone could ask for. I appreciate your effort.”
His sincerity made my stomach flutter. It was silly to let this complete stranger have any effect on me. It was silly to feel good about helping him after what I’d done. He deserved so much more, and I didn’t deserve the warm fuzzies for things like stealing pastries for him.
Still, I said, “You’re welcome.”
We stared at each other, holding eye contact beyond what was normal and appropriate, beyond when one of us should have looked away. My breath caught in my chest. I shouldn’t be attracted to him. I didn’t even know what he looked like beneath all of that swelling.
My mind wandered to the way he’d held me against the wall last night, to the feel of his hard body pressed over mine. He had been firm and commanding, yet not harsh. When I thought about it, I could still feel him just like that, though we weren’t touching now.
The car suddenly seemed too warm, like we were sitting too close to each other, even though we were as far from each other as possible in this confined space.
Even if I was actually interested in dating—which I wasn’t—I could never ever let anything happen with this man. He had amnesia.I’d given him amnesia.It was wrong and completely inappropriate to think of him as any different from Miso.
Ha, yeah right.
I closed my eyes, breaking the contact. A cool shiver washed over my skin.
Tristan was vulnerable, and I had to take care of him. I could never cross a line and betray that.
