Page 15 of Blue Moon

“Yes, my bed.”

Romeo cracked a smile, a glimmer of light in a dark aura. His whole persona seemed…grey.

“If you change your mind, feel free to join us in the Pyramid Bar.”

I wouldn’t change my mind. Romeo Serafini’s gaze lingered on me a little too long, and I finally gave in and stepped back. Right onto Paul’s foot.

“Sorry!” I squeaked.

“What are a few bruises between friends? Ready to go?”

“I’m ready.”

More than ready.

“Did you give any more thought to calling the police?” he asked as we headed along the hallway to the car.

“About the linguine? The whole world already believes I’m a drama queen, so I’m not sure they’d even do anything.”

“It’s good to have these things on record.”

“If Mark sends me any more weird stuff, then I’ll call, okay? Maybe it was a one-off?”

“Two-off. Don’t forget the earrings.”

“But there was nothing today.”

He sighed. “It’s your decision.”

When the car pulled up outside my apartment, he climbed out instead of just watching me walk to the door.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you get safely into your apartment.”

“There’s no need. The outer door is locked, and only residents have pass cards.”

“You think the building’s secure?” He strode past me and pushed a bunch of intercom buttons. “We’ll see.”

“Is that my pizza?” a guy asked through the speaker. “I’ll buzz you up.”

“Yeah, got your pie right here.”

A second later, the door clicked, and Paul pulled it open.

“After you.”

My blood ran cold. It was that easy to get in? I’d thought the building, my home, was secure.

“Thanks, now I’m more nervous than I was before.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you; I just want you to stay alert.” The elevator doors opened, and we climbed on board. “Everyone wants you to stay safe. Do you carry pepper spray?”

“Where would I even get that?”

He fished through his bag. “Here, take mine. I have more at home.”

“You carry pepper spray?”

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