Chapter 11

“I can’t handle this anymore,” he said, bursting inside the apartment and closing the door behind him.

“Did you run over here from your flat?”

Frazzled, he nodded and spit out, “I did. Just for you. Only for you.”

“Calm down, Zeb,” I said, awestruck and confused because of his combustive state. “What’s going on? Take a deep breath and tell me.”

He pointed at me, and then to his chest, “You and me. That’s what it is. I like you, Charlie Keep. I can’t get you out of my head and heart. Do you know that? Yesterday was amazing. We had a great time together, even when we were both attacked at the boutique by those crazies. You put a smile on my face. You made me laugh. Plus, you were easy to talk to and…”

“Stop, Zeb” I told him, whispering.

After a short and abrupt puff, he prattled, “And I know about you watching me in the afternoon. I know about me being your afternoon eye candy. Don’t think I’m an idiot, Charlie. A guy knows when he’s being watched.”