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“I’m coming,” I hollered, as I opened the door to a very pissed-off Slate.
“Slate,” I started.
“What the fuck is with your phone?” he snapped, barging into the apartment totally bent out of shape.
“I’m sorry,” I replied, moving to close the door, “I just saw that the battery had died.”
I saw someone else cross over the threshold just as I was ready to shut the door. It was Taz.
Bloody hell!
I backed out of his way as he came into the room, immediately eyeing Kyzer, as if he was some sort of a perpetrator. I felt my cheeks flush. I was embarrassed that Slate had come barging into my apartment like a worried father. That was not his place.
I had nothing left to do but to introduce Kyzer to my step-father and Taz. Why in the hell had Slate brought Taz anyway?
They both nodded to Kyzer, neither one of them particularly friendly. It didn’t take long for Kyzer to get the hint.
“Well,” he said, grabbing his jacket and putting it on, “I will be taking off now. Remember what I said Lindsey, if you want to spend some time in Naples the invitation is open.”
I nodded mutely.
“Mr. Slater, nice meeting you,” he said, shaking Slate’s hand again. “You too, Mr. Matthews.”
“Uh huh,” Taz grunted, unimpressed with Kyzer’s manners.
“Have a great holiday, Kyzer. Thanks again for chauffeuring me around this week.”
I walked him to the door, opening it for him. I could still feel Slate and Taz’s eyes on us.
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!
“It was my pleasure, Lindsey,” he said giving me a dazzling smile
He leaned down and gave me a soft, sweet kiss on the lips.
“Have a wonderful holiday with your family. I’ll keep in touch in case you change your mind about coming to Naples for a few days."
“Thank you, Kyzer,” I murmured, feeling my cheeks flush.
I heard Taz clear his throat behind us.
Kyzer gave me a quick hug and then he was gone. I was mesmerized by his sweetness.
He had in his own way become my protector over the past several days. He had looked after me, making sure that I was delivered and picked up from my classes. He had not delved into the specifics of my situation, respecting my need for privacy over the incident.
After I shut the door, I turned around to face my audience. Taz’s face was set in stone; Slate, on the other hand, had a shit-eating grin going on.
CHAPTER 11
The ride back to Falls Church with Slate and Taz was fairly quiet. I sat in the back seat of Slate’s double cab and leafed through the current issue of Cosmo.
My cell phone went off several times. Each time it was Kyzer, asking me where I was and telling me over and over again how great it would be if I could come to Naples over the holidays.
I could tell Taz’s ears were burning, trying to overhear what was being said. I took extreme delight in it. I even purposely exaggerated my tone with Kyzer, being all flirtatious and giddy.
At one point, I heard Taz mumble something Slate to the effect of “dudes being pussy-whipped.” I wanted to laugh out loud but I didn’t dare.
When I got home, Mom literally flew out of the house to greet me. She acted as if she hadn’t seen me in months versus just a few weeks. I knew what that was about. She suspected Daddy was behind the break-in of my car; she was worried. Slate asked me for my cell phone.
