Again, I blurted out, "Wait!" When Jack stopped to look, I said, "You don't have to do this. You know that, right?"
He gave me a look. "You done?"
"No." I straightened in my seat. "Because I'm coming with you."
Based on his attitude so far, I half expected him to argue. But he didn't. Instead, he gave a slow nod and said, "Backup. I like it."
I felt my gaze narrow. "You're making fun of me, aren't you?"
"Pretty much." And with that, he opened his car door, leaving me to follow – or not.
By the time we reached the front door, I was a trembling, nervous wreck. As I pulled out my keys, I said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Hell yeah. It'll be fun."
I stopped to stare up at him. "I'm serious."
"So am I."
I felt my brow wrinkle in confusion. The way it looked, he actually meant it. And suddenly, I didn't know who was crazier – my psycho roommate or the guy who was planning to – well, I didn't know what exactly.
But the way it looked, I was about to find out.
Chapter 7
Jack
The guy was playing her. I'd bet his life on it.
Whyhe was doing it, I didn't know. But I'd find out soon enough.
And then, I'd deal with it.
Next to me, Becka whispered, "I don't think he's home." We were standing in the condo's living room, a few paces away from the front door. It was the same door we'd used less than a minute ago after Becka had pulled out her key.
As if I'd need a key to get in.
Still, I'd stepped aside and let her go through the motions, figuring it was better to play along than to get her thinking.
As far as the roommate, she was right. The guy had left twenty minutes earlier, slipping out the back while Becka had been watching the front.
I'd seen him do it.
I'd also seen him hop into a silver sports car – one that had been parked along a neighboring street. The guy had driven off smiling like he'd just screwed the neighbor's cat and gotten away with it.
Asshole.
Still, the guy was no hardened criminal. I could tell that just by looking at him – skinny arms, tight pants, and eyes that saw nothing that wasn't directly in front of him.
He hadn't even known I'd been watching.
Dumb-ass.
I looked to Becka and said, "Let's make sure."
She glanced around before whispering, "What do you mean?"
I might've told her that whispering was a waste, but the truth was, it was cute as hell.And so was she.
