[CAMI]
Asshole.
I don’t say it out loud, but I think it real hard as I turn around and walk away from Marco, my shoulders stiff and spine straighter than usual. The click of my heels on the marble floor sounds too loud in this place. Too... alone.
Except I’m not.
He follows me.
I don’t need to look over my shoulder to know he is right there, keeping pace like a loyal mutt with a smart mouth and a gun under his jacket.
“Thought you weren’t here to leash me,” I say eventually, not bothering to stop.
“Just making sure you don’t trip over a chandelier,” he replies easily.
I roll my eyes. “That how your last wife died?”
He lets out a soft, surprised laugh. “Damn. You’re spicier than I thought.”
I keep walking.
But when we turn the next corner, the air shifts.
I don’t know how I sens
