Page 53 of Sheltered By Love

Chapter Ten

Felicity

This is unbelievable.

First, he’s storming into my room brandishing a gun, then he’s scolding me for running to his house, then living with me, making me carry a cell phone, and now this?

“I hadn’t made up my mind about the dance. Now you’re telling me I have to go, or it’ll be my fault if they aren’t caught,” I say.

He doesn’t say a word. Just jams his hands into his jean pockets.

I have no idea why, but I’m sure I catch the slightest smirk on his face.

“You don’t even know if anyone is planning on robbing me. They may have been scared off. Or maybe they aren’t watching me, and this is all pointless.”

He shrugs. “What if they have been?”

I throw my hands up in the air. “So I just put my life on hold based on what if’s and hunches?”

“Look at it this way, if we go, and Garrett catches them, it’ll be over, and you can go back to your life.”

“Good. The sooner the better,” I blurt.

To my great annoyance, his smirk grows a fraction as he pulls his hand out of his pocket and holds something shiny up. “I think you dropped this.”

My cheeks heat as I recognize the Shepherd’s Hook I misplaced. “Oh, um, thanks. I was looking for that earlier,” I mumble.

He places it on the table beside my tool kit and eyes me. “In my laptop?”

Oh no. Oh no. How could he possibly know?

I lift my chin and try to bluff my way out of it. “Your things are all over my desk.”

His smirk remains but my phone ringing saves me from having to deal with him any longer.

His eyebrows rise and he shifts his weight as if ready to move. “I set up another phone. If this call is business related, I can listen in upstairs.”

I clear my throat, pray it is business related, and answer with as much professionalism as I can muster. “Felicity speaking.”

“Hi! Oh, wow. The line is bad. It’s Riley Jones again,” a tinkling voice says.

As static fills the mouthpiece, I glance at Zane and nod who turns on his heel and takes off immediately.

I give Zane time to get to the top of the stairs before replying. “Hi, Riley. What can I do for you?”

Given how obnoxious she was during the last conversation we had, I brace for more verbal abuse.

“I’ve given it some thought and I’d still like you to design a piece. I can meet you somewhere else if you really want me to.”

Well. Someone’s eaten a large serving of humble pie.

“Of course. Happy to meet with you. Would tomorrow suit?”

Something vibrates in my pocket, and I think my leg is going into spasm until I remember the cell phone Zane gave me.

I frown as I pull it out and see a message from Zane on the tiny screen.

Meet her at the Outrigger.

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