“No, but she tried to guilt-trip me into changing my mind. I showed her the door, but when I went to my car, she was waiting for me.”
“She didn’t attack you, did she?”
I snort. “Seriously? The woman wouldn’t jeopardize her perfect nails. She was waiting at my car with a picture of her kids, trying to make me feel guilty.” As if. But her ploy reminds me of another incident. “Although…” Damn. I really don’t want to tell Aiden this. “One time when I went to my car last week, the door was open,” I say and wait for the explosion.
“What? And you didn’t think to tell me?” He growls.
I shrug. “Nothing was taken. I figured I forgot to lock it.” I never forget to lock my car but telling him that would be waving a flag in front of an angry bull. His face is already turning red. Can he suffer brain damage from being too angry to remember to breathe?
“Stay here,” he orders as he springs to his feet.
“Where are you going?” I shout as I rush after him.
“To see a black widow.”
I catch up to him and grab his arm to stop his progress. “You can’t. You have no evidence it was her.”
“I’m going to have a little chat with her is all. It’s what I do.”
“Not alone, you don’t.” I maneuver until I’m standing in front of him, blocking his way. I’m not an idiot. I know he can move me without too much effort. “She won’t talk to you, but she will talk to me.”
Aiden stares at the ceiling as his nostrils flare. “Fine. But you will follow my directions.” I bob my head. “To the letter.”
“Come on, let’s go.” I grab his arm and start dragging him. I don’t smile with excitement. At least not until he’s looking in the other direction. Then, yeah, a great big ‘ol smile bursts across my face.