“Did you see him?”
“No. Nobody fitting that description.”
I sighed. “You’re not going to believe me, then.”
“Brin,” he said. “Obviously you’re scared.”
I pulled away from him. All the commotion must have disturbed Romeo because he started crying again. I pulled him out of my bag and settled him on my chest to comfort him.
“What is that?”
“He’s my kitten. I’m his momma now.”
“You keep kittens in your purse?”
“I had to smuggle him into the Piggly Wiggly, okay?” Which I knew made no sense, but I was irritated enough by what had happened to not care. “And now I need to get him home so I can nurse him.”
“You’re going to nurse a kitten?”
I glared at him. “I have formula.”
“Right. Can we step back?” Garrett asked. “Tell me exactly what happened.”
“Why bother? You’re not going to believe me anyway. I’m taking Romeo home. I’ll make sure I’m not followed.”
I settled Romeo back into the purse and started out of the station, but Garrett caught me around the arm. “Will you stop telling me what I will or won’t believe when it comes to you? I’m walking you to your car. You’re waiting for me to get my truck. Then I’m following you back to the house. Got it.”
I had to swallow around a sudden lump in my throat. “You do believe me,” I whispered.
“You saw something that scared you. That’s all I need to know. Now let’s go.”
We walked to my car and I waited for Garrett to make it back to his truck before I pulled out. And if I looked at him in my rearview mirror every other second, just to make sure he was still there, I decided that was okay.
