I cross my arms over my chest—but it’s more like a defensive hug than an offense—and stare at him, hoping that the glare will hide how rattled I am.
I knowthe door was locked; neither Pippin nor I ever leave the door unlocked. I also know I made Dave give me back my key when I threw him out, so how did he get in? “What are you doin’ here?” I force out.
He takes a couple steps forward and I back away. “I missed ya, Buck. I’ve been thinking about coming by for a long time. And then I saw you at the diner and couldn’t let you go without talking to you.”
“Why?”
“Aw, come on, Bucky. Don’t pretend you haven’t missed me, too.”
I haven’t thought about him for even a second since I ran out on him at the diner, and I realize I forgot to tell Pippin I met him. “I haven’t.”