Jake shrugged. "Got me."
I shook my head, trying to make sense of it all. "Well, she obviously knowsyou," I said. "In fact, almost everyone does. Whyisthat?"
His gaze held amusement and maybe a hint of something else. Flirtation? "Not everyone," he said.
I felt my tongue brush my suddenly dry lips. "That's no kind of answer," I said. "Seriously, who was that girl?"
He flicked his gaze to the apartment complex. "You wanna ask her?" he said. "Be my guest."
I glanced toward the building. "You think I won't?" Obviously, Jake didn't know who he was dealing with. I turned to march away.
Jake gripped my arm. "Don't," he said.
I turned to face him. "Why not?"
"Because," he said, "you're staying with me."
"So much for being your guest," I muttered.
"Listen," he said. "Youaremy guest. And you're gonna stay my guest. At least 'til this blows over." He glanced toward the building. "This other stuff, it's all bullshit."
I crossed my arms and stared up at him. "You said it. Not me."
"I'll fill you in when we get home. Alright?"
"Home?"
"My home," he said. "And yours too, until we get a few things worked out."
