Page 9 of Jurassic Measures
“How worrisome.” Mom’s face was pinched and I reached over to pat her hand.
“Don’t worry, the police said they’ll keep an eye out. There’s nothing in the shop any robber would want anyway.”
“This is delicious, Barbara.” Landry smiled, seemingly uninterested in the shop’s break-in and that nagged at me.
“Oh, thank you, Landry. I use beef, sausage, and pork in the sauce. I like the flavors.”
“Mmm, well, I’m a meat eater so that must be why.”
We made small talk while we ate and avoided any red-button topics. Landry was very charming and had both of my parents easily on Team Astor by the time my mom brought out cheesecake.
I was equally charmed by the man but there was something about him that tickled the back of my mind. He seemed almost predatory but he’d smile at something my mom would say and I’d wonder if I was nuts.
“Dinner and dessert were wonderful. Thank you, Barbara and Martin, for inviting me.”
“Our pleasure.” Dad patted Landry on the back as we made our way to the door.
“I’ll just call my driver to come get me.” Landry took out his phone and I knew what was coming.
“That’s nonsense,” Dad scoffed. “Jason can drop you off, right, Son?”
Yup…that happened.
“Sure, Dad.”
“I don’t want to be an imposition.” But Landry was slipping his phone inside his jacket as he said it.
“None at all, let’s go.” I kissed my mom on her cheek and hugged my dad before I walked to my car.
Landry was hot on my heels and as soon as I unlocked the car, he was jumping in.
“Where do you live?” I asked as I pulled out of the driveway.
“Do you know Prescott Tower?”
I quirked a brow and shot him a look. “Everyone knows Prescott Tower.”
He shrugged. “Okay, no need to get snippy. Anyway, I live there.”
“Of course you do,” I mumbled.
“Are you still mad at me?” Landry didn’t sound upset, more like bemused.
“I don’t understand you is all.”
He hummed. “Would it make you feel better if I told you my suits were recovered and are being shipped to me and I no longer require your services?”
“Is that true?”
“It is.”
“And why would that make me feel better?”
“Because it means I genuinely want to get to know you for you, not what you can do for me.”
It made me feel marginally better but there was still that feeling. “Can I be honest with you, Landry?” Please don’t let this be the cause of my murder.
“I’d appreciate it actually.”
