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“Yep.” I started toward the front door, and she followed behind me.
“Saint never went inside. I guess he’s not a paranoid freak like you.”
“Guess not,” I responded, opening the front door and going inside.
I checked the house, making sure the place was empty. When I went back into the living room, she was standing by the front door waiting.
“All good?” she asked with crossed arms.
“Yep. I do have one question before I go, though.”
“I might have an answer.”
“Why did you come inside when I told you to wait on my bike?”
She dropped her arms, and her face cleared. “There was a black SUV. It kept driving by, and I was worried they were going to kidnap me or something.”
I chuckled. “We were at a meth house. I’m sure they were just waiting for us to leave so they could go inside and buy some crystal.”
She shrugged. “Yeah. Probably. Well, thank you for the ride and dinner.”
“You’re welcome. Any idea what time Zada will be home?” I asked, still worried about leaving her there alone.
“No idea. She and her dad aren’t home much.”
“Give me your cell,” I said, holding my hand out for her phone.
“Why?”
“I’m going to program my number in it so you can text if you need something or if someone fucks with you while you’re here alone.”
“I’m fine. Seriously,” she said, waving my hand away as if she didn’t want my number.
Again, different from every other woman. I had never given a woman my number before.
“Still, I would feel a lot better if you had my number to call for help.”
Her shoulders went tense, and she started back at me. I could see the gears working in her brain as she thought of an excuse not to hand over her phone.
“What’s the big deal? Just give me your phone.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t have a phone.”
I should have known that. If she couldn’t afford to feed herself, she certainly didn’t have the money to pay a cellphone bill.
“You mean to tell me you’ve been trying to walk home alone and staying here by yourself without a way to call for help?”
“I mean, I had one, but after my mom kicked me out, she turned it off. I haven’t saved enough to get it turned back on yet.”
I ran my fingers through my hair and tugged a bit. This girl was going to be the death of me.
“Fine,” I said, turning and closing and locking the front door.
“What are you doing?”
