Page 39 of Rum & Coke
“With another woman?”
“No.” I chuckled. “A friend of mine from college was visiting, and we were engrossed in Call of Duty and drinking beer.”
“What happened with the woman?”
“She apologized, but I never accepted a date with her again. Not sure what happened to her after that.”
“Do you think my person is a regular?”
“Could be, or just someone who’s obsessed with watching you from afar.”
“My—”
There was a knock on the door. “Vegas Metro.”
Tessa and I both stood. She went to the door, looked through the peephole, and opened it. For the next ten or so minutes, Tessa told the two officers everything that happened, and I gave them the license plate number. We were told they’d make a report, and when it was available, we could get a copy if we wanted it. There wasn’t much they could do other than run the plates to make sure there wasn’t a warrant out for their arrest, and before they left, they told Tessa to drive to a police station if it ever happened again, but I wasn’t convinced that was the best plan. Most stations closed at five in the evening around hereandweren’t open on the weekends.
After the cops left, I turned to Tessa. “I better get home so you can get some sleep before Colt wakes up. I’ll follow you home tomorrow night, and Sunday you’re going to the range with me.”
“The shooting range?”
“Yeah. Gabe and Paul teach women how to shoot guns, and we’re getting you one.”
“Seriously?”
“Abso-fucken-lutely.”
I wasn’t letting her walk alone at night without protection because when I told her I would die if anything happened to her, I fucking meant it.
And I wasn’t taking that chance.
While Colton tookhis afternoon nap, I took one as well. I was used to going to bed late on Fridays and Saturdays, but not close to four in the morning—except when we’d gone to L.A. And I was certain I’d only made it through the game because I was high on the adrenaline of being at a game with a hot guy.
I was still tired by the time I made it to Red Diamond. Before I got out of my car, I looked around for the black vehicle that had followed me the night before. I didn’t see it, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t looking over my shoulder as I walked in through the side employee door. When I turned the corner in the hall that went back to the dressing room, Galen stood in his usual spot where he made sure no one entered the club who didn’t go through the front door.
“Hey, Scarlett. Have a good night last night?” He was a little taller than me, had dark red hair, a trimmed beard, and green eyes. He wasn’t bad on the eyes at all.
I cocked my head slightly. “Why?”
He arched his brows. “Just making small talk like I normally do. Is that okay?”
I smiled, remembering that he did, in fact, usually ask me if my day or night was good. “Yeah, sorry. Something happened last night.”
He turned to face me head on. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I took a calming breath and thought of something. “Actually, are there cameras outside?”
“What? Something happened here?”
“Someone tried to follow me home last night.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” I sighed.
“Of course we have cameras. The monitor and recordings are in the boss’s office. You should go talk to him.”
I swallowed and nodded slightly because I didn’t really want to bother Sebastian. Plus, I wasn’t sure what I’d walk in on if I did. “Thanks.”
