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But… fuck that.
If she wanted out, I wanted her to say it to my face. No easy way out.
Because I was sure that if we were face-to-face, it would be harder for her to lie to herself about not wanting me.
She did.
She was just running scared.
If I had a chance to show her that there was nothing she needed to run from, I was going to take advantage of it.
Even if it bruised my pride a bit to have to do so.
I parked my bike around the corner from her work, hoping she wouldn’t spook and lock the place up when she heard the rumble, and just assumed it was someone passing by.
Anticipation wobbled around in my stomach as I grabbed the handle of the door and made my way inside.
To find Josie sitting at her desk in a bright yellow sundress, a book in her hand, and the cat sitting at the edge of her desk, slowly sticking his paw in and out, like he was waiting for her to tell him not to knock over her pen cup.
But she wasn’t paying him any attention.
Which also seemed to piss him off, so he swatted at it, and the clatter had Josie nearly jumping out of her skin.
“Binxy!” she said, sighing.
But it was then that Binx saw me in the doorway, greeting me with a hiss that revealed his pointy teeth.
Josie’s brows pinched, but she followed his line of sight, jolting a bit when she saw me looming there inside the door.
“Sorry,” I said, holding up a hand to her. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Hey, Cato,” she said, giving me a small smile as I moved inside.
“I got it,” I told her, going toward the end of the desk, and gathering her scattered pens and cup, then putting them on the other side of the desk, away from the grumpy-ass cat.
“Thank you,” she said, giving me a shy smile.
“Is Rynn around?” I asked, glancing around like there was anywhere she could be hiding in the small office.
“Ah, no, she… she said she was taking today off,” Josie said. “You… haven’t heard from her?” she asked.
Why did that question seem so loaded?
Did she know something about the situation with me and Rynn that I didn’t? She was Rynn’s only friend.
“No, she hasn’t answered my texts. Or calls,” I admitted, shaking my head. “Honestly, I thought she was giving me the brush off. But I wanted her to do it to my face if that was the case.”
“I… I don’t think that’s it,” Josie said, hedging. Something was going on here, but she didn’t want to tell me.
“What’s going on, Josie?” I asked, not liking how tense she was, how her fingers were fidgeting, fanning the pages of her book over and over.
“She had a job last night. And I’m worried about her,” she admitted.
“Have you checked on her?”
“I asked if she wanted me to drop off some lunch for her a while ago, but she just sent me back a kind of curtNo. It’s just… it’s not like her. I mean… Rynn doesn’t turn down food.”
“Give me her address,” I demanded, trying to keep my voice soft even if anxiety was working its way up my spine, making me tense. “Give it to me, or I will look it up myself. But I’m going over there to check on her.”
