I texted Fish, telling him I would be checking some stuff out on my own today, and then rolled over to meet Eliot’s warm, chocolate eyes. He was laughing. “What?” “Don’t want to see Brick?” “Not really,” I hedged. “I just thought a day to cool down would do him good.” “You do realize that he’ll probably tell everyone at the office what happened, and you’re going to come off as a crazy stalker in this scenario?” “Actually, I don’t think he’ll tell anyone,” I said smugly. “Why?” “Because then he’s going to have to admit what he was doing in a parking lot at one in the morning,” I explained. “And, if he somehow leaves that part out, he knows I’ll tell everyone what he was doing – and I’ll probably make up stuff to make it worse. He still thinks we don’t know he’s been doing the same thing in The Monitor’s parking lot.”
