Page 42 of Fish out of Water
But keeping the tails of fish might push him higher on the scale.
“He got her when she was a baby. She’s gotten bigger every time I’ve seen her.” Grant pulled out one of the tails and held it up. “What in the hell is he up to?”
I was trying to stay focused on what we were doing, but being backed up to a counter with Grant less than a foot away was making that difficult. “Dunno.”
Didn’t care so much right now either.
Grant’s eyes came to mine, holding for a second. “We should get back to your place.”
“Kay.”
He grabbed the box. “Do you have room in your freezer for these?”
“Why are we taking those?”
Grant’s expression was very serious. “My uncle’s not known for making the best life choices, Jules. He left because he’s in some shit, and the only way for me to stop it is to figure out exactly what it is.”
Up until this minute I’d been working hard not to think about what might really be happening with Mr. Frazier. Grant didn’t seem worried.
So I tried not to worry.
But it was getting harder and harder not to be concerned.
I followed Grant outside, waiting while he locked the new deadbolt. I held the box in my lap as we drove to my building. This time he parked right up front. “Aren’t you worried about your uncle seeing you?”
“He won’t be looking for my car over here.” Grant carried the box up the stairs, staying very close to me as I unlocked my door. Once we were in he locked it tight before going to the freezer and working the box inside.
“Do you think he’s in danger?” The possibility made me feel a little sick.
These people took the place of the ones I left behind.
The ones who cut me out when I decided to live a life that was different from theirs.
The residents of Sweet Side Apartments were more than my neighbors. They were my family. My friends.
“Maybe.” Grant shrugged. “It’s hard to know with him.” His eyes stayed on me a second before turning back to finish closing the box in my freezer. “He’ll be fine though, Jules. He’s a tough old bastard.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
But Mr. Frazier wasn’t all I was worried about. “Arewein danger?”
Grant turned to face me, his dark gaze holding mine.
Making it impossible to move my feet.
Impossible to think.
To breathe.
He slowly crossed the kitchen, stopping right in front of me.
I couldn’t look away from his face. From the intensity there.
The focus.
Grant shook his head. “No one will hurt you, Jules. I promise.”
There was no reason for me to believe him.
