Chapter 93

While Levi issued instructions to Veronica on speakerphone, I studied him covertly as I fiddled with the heater vent in my car. She was seriously displeased about him rescheduling his meeting with Accounting about next year's budget, especially since his only explanation was that something came up, but Levi insisted with a calm authority, and not a single snarky comment my way about how valuable his time was.

My life was pretty damn valuable, yet I kept trusting him to have my back. And he kept being there. All this time I'd emphatically stated that I didn't trust him, and look at me. My "trust as an absolute" ideology was malleable enough for me to trust Levi situationally, too. So where did that leave us? I turned up the radio once his call with Veronica was finished, not wanting to make small talk. Or worse, meaningful conversation.

Despite my protests, Levi directed me to his house since he had the backyard space to bury my body if need be.