“I don’t think so . . . I don’t know. I’m tired too.”
“That why you were so jumpy out there? Or did it have to do with something else?”
She didn’t know why having her period would make her so jumpy, but maybe he meant because she was tired.
“I guess so. Sorry about that. I really wouldn’t have stabbed you.”
“Like I said, girl. You shouldn’t threaten something you wouldn’t follow through with. You ever stabbed anyone?
“Uh, no.”
“It’s a lot harder to do than you think.”
“You’ve stabbed someone?”
He grunted.
Okay, now she didn’t feel hungry anymore.
“Who? What exactly is it that you do?”
He looked amused. “You didn’t think to ask that before?”
“Well, I thought you managed The Edge.”
He shrugged. “I don’t manage it, but I do watch over it. I’m a bodyguard.”
“Oh, you had to stab someone to protect your boss?” His boss must be rich, maybe even famous.
“Yep.”
“Why didn’t you just shoot him?”
“It called for a knife.”
Huh. Okay. She didn’t quite understand but she guessed you had to be there. Probably better she wasn’t there.
“I don’t really like the sight of blood,” she muttered.
“But you were going to stab me?”
She sighed. “I told you. I wasn’t going to stab you. Just if you were a baddie.”
“A baddie?”
“Bad guy. Obviously if you were a bad guy going to grab me, I’d stab you.”
“Just like you stabbed those men the other night?” He crouched in front of her and reached for her feet. To her surprise, he started to draw off her boots. She wasn’t sure why, but she let him go for it.
“I didn’t stab them because I didn’t have my knife with me.”
He stared up at her in disbelief.
“I carry it around now,” she told him. “I just . . . I don’t really want to use it. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
He sighed, then shook his head. “Girl, you worry me.”
“I don’t mean to,” she whispered. She hated feeling like a burden.