He frowned. "I don't know. But let's check the boxes you took from Landon's apartment. Then we'll figure out what to do next to keep you safe."
Her shaking had stopped by the time she got home. Matt had kept his promise and stayed right behind her. He parked in front of her building, then got out of his car and got into hers as she pulled into the underground parking garage. It seemed a little silly to need him to do that, too, but he'd offered, and she was grateful for his presence.
It was odd how quickly they had gone from wary adversaries this morning to reluctant allies this afternoon, and now, after what had just happened, he felt like a friend, someone she could actually count on. There had been very few of those people in her life. Which was why she quickly reminded herself she shouldn't get carried away.
He might have just saved her life, but that's because he was an FBI agent. He was trained to protect people, and he'd done for her what he would have done for anyone else. He was still the same controlling guy who wanted to be in charge and wanted her to stay in her lane. She probably shouldn't forget that.
They took the stairs to her apartment. "The elevator only works half the time," she told him. "After I got stuck in it once for fifteen minutes, I decided I'd stick with the stairs."
"That must have been a long fifteen minutes for someone with claustrophobia."
"I chewed every one of my fingernails down to the quick. Thankfully, the manager was able to get it restarted fairly quickly." She paused. "Do you have any phobias?"
"A few things scare me, but I wouldn't say I have a phobia about anything in particular."
"What would be one of the things that scares you?" she asked as they made their way down the hall to her front door.
"I don't like sharks. I see a fin in the water, and I'm getting out, even if it's a dolphin."
She smiled, sensing he was not being serious. "Have you ever actually been close to a shark?"
"Not the kind that live in the water," he returned.
"They might be less dangerous than the other kind."
"You are probably right."
She inserted her key in the lock and opened the door, stepping across the threshold with some trepidation, but everything appeared exactly the way she'd left it. Matt followed her inside, and she turned the deadbolt behind him.
"I was a little afraid to open the door," she said. "I wasn't sure what I'd find."
"It's good for you to be cautious. Mind if I look around?" he asked as he moved toward her bedroom.
"That won't take long," she said as he popped into her small bedroom and bath and returned to the living room. "It's not exactly a mansion."
"It's comfortable," he said as he returned to the living room.
She smiled. "I think so. My furnishings are pretty much sourced from flea markets and thrift stores, but everything is cozy and makes me happy."
"That's the most important thing."
She moved toward the kitchen. "Do you want some water or a glass of wine? Because I'm going to open a bottle."
"I'll take a glass of wine," he said, pulling out his phone. "How about I order us some pizza?"
"That would be great. Get whatever you want. I like everything." She grabbed a bottle of red wine from her cabinet and opened it, filling two glasses with generous portions as Matt ordered dinner.
Taking the glasses into the living room, she sat down on the couch and let out a sigh as she took a sip.
Matt slid into the chair across from her, picking up his glass.
"It's not super expensive wine, but I like it," she said.
"It's good." He gave her a thoughtful look. "Do you think I'm a rich guy, Haley?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought about it."
"You just pointed out your furniture is used and your wine is cheap, as if you needed to defend it."
