Rose didn't have time for this. Zane knew Fred by name, so what?
The other had obviously been hanging around unwanted the other night. Obviously, he'd easily have been able to overhear the conversation.
That didn't really mean anything.
"I really don't know what you're trying to get at now. Yes, we were talking other. It has nothing to do with my mood right now though. You're annoying me and I need to be getting back to work." Rose turned away from the mafioso again.
"Why don't you just let me take you to work if that's the whole reason you're in such a bad mood?" Rose let a forced, sharp laugh.
"What a horrible you have. Why would I want to ask the one person I want nothing to do with taking me to work? Not only that, I don't see a car anywhere around here."
Zane hadn't come with a car. If he did, wouldn't he have already forced her inside to talk with him?