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“Yeah, it’s a pain in the ass.”
“Well, she’s probably just stuck in traffic then.”
“I guess,” I grumble, my eyes trained on the dark parking lot.
“She should have been home by now. It’s dark out. She’s been gone for hours.”
“Must have been a good date,” Keaton muses, and I want to punch him in the face.
“I hate you.”
“I miss you too.”
“How’s the East Coast?”
Silence greets me, and I wonder what could be going on with him.
“Uh, it’s good,” he says, but he sounds off.
“What are you not telling me?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he says too quickly, and I wonder if maybe he’s having lady trouble too.
Before I can ask, a pair of headlights turns into the parking lot, and I’m on high alert.
“She’s home. I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Later,” he grunts, and we both hang out.
I rush out of my apartment and stop to see if it’s Lila’s car or not. That’s when I see the hooded figure at the edge of the parking lot. It’s obviously a man, judging by his build, and I know that he must be looking for Lila. She’s the only one out here at this time of night.
I take the stairs two at a time down to the parking lot and over to Lila’s car. My eyes stay glued to the hooded man, and he takes off when I get close to Lila.
I glance at her, and she’s busy gathering her things. She has no idea that some man could have just attacked her, and I grit my teeth as I knock on the window. She jumps, yelping as she turns to face me.
That does it. This girl needs someone to protect her and look after her. I mean, she has no tactical awareness. If I was able to sneak up on her and I wasn’t even trying, then I shudder to think what would have happened to her if it was someone else coming after her.
“You scared me,” she says as she opens the door.
“You scared me. I thought something bad had happened to you on your date.”
“I texted you that I was fine,” she reminds me, and I growl.
“Yeah, hours later.”
“I didn’t see it until then.”
She climbs out of the car and I look her over for any sign that she’s been harmed. Her dress is still in place with no rips or tears, and she doesn’t look like she’s been crying or anything. I’m glad she’s not hurt, but that means she had a good time on her date, and I hate that thought too.
“How was dinner?” I ask her, trying to keep my voice even.
“It was really good,” she says with a wide smile, and I want to strangle the man that she was with.
“I’m surprised you didn’t bring your date home then,” I comment.
“Do you think that I should have?” She asks me.
“Fuck no,” I snap.
