When Perfect Meets Crazy

I came out of the Davidson home to find Masked Idiot casually leaning on the hood of my car, looking much like a model at photoshoot. The sunshades and leather jacket worked magic for him

I faltered mid stride, unsure of how to proceed.

Thanks to Parker, I now knew for a fact he wasn’t a criminal. Quite the opposite, a Fed. A criminal, I could handle. A Fed, I wasn’t sure what to do it especially since he couldn’t know I knew. Outing Parker for revealing confidential information was off the table.

I decided to be blasé and quickly sent up a prayer so it wouldn’t come off weird.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked, gesturing to his outfit and pose.

It was a safe neutral conversation starter. So far so good.

“Why, hello to you too,” he drawled sarcastically, straightening to his full height.

I waved it off.

“I’m not entirely sure where etiquette stands on stalkers but it definitely isn’t exchanging greetings like close friends,” I countered, elbowing him out of the way so I could get to the driver side door of the car.

I was really nailing it.

His bike was nowhere in sight. I interpreted it to mean he’d be hitching a ride with me. While I wasn’t in danger of letting it slip that I knew he was a Fed, I still didn’t think spending more time than necessary in his presence was a good idea. In some ways, being a Fed was worse than being a criminal. A criminal, I could easily deny and everyone would believe me. A Fed, not so much. More so now, with my mom still away. If my dad got wind of this...

I shuddered.

“Someone’s grumpy,” he muttered under his breath, crossing over to the passenger side of the car.

“What’s up?” I asked as he settled in the front seat.

Anything to distract myself from the gruesome thought.

“Nothing.”

“Where are you coming from?” I probed.

“Why do you ask?” distrust coated his tone.

“You’re dressed nicer than usual,” I replied, realizing that the question had probably sounded invasive to him even though I hadn’t meant it to be. I gestured to his outfit, sparing him a cursory glance before returning my gaze to the rear-view mirror as I backed on to the road. “Why?”

“I had a date.”

to the reminder. In light of the new revelation that he was a Fed, I had completely forgotten the fact that he had a girlfriend. I had instantly penned him down as a lone wolf, like Parker the only other actual agent I knew. The idea of a date -much less a

glance at his profile. Judging from his expression, it seemed the ‘date’

my mistake. “With the infamous girlfriend, yeah? What was

“Tammy,” he supplied.

dating a girl I knew? It would’ve saved both of us

he asked, an awkward

to the problems at hand and

out since she’s away and now it won’t start,” I grumbled, irritation clear in my tone and on my face as I roughly cut off a

but she

could feel his gaze on my profile and could pretty much hear the ‘it was just a mistake. Why

scowled, massaging the

get away with using mine. I mean, she still checks my car to make sure I’m not driving recklessly. But now that the cat’s

disbelief on my face.

I added, in case

nodded slowly, holding his hands up in the universal

with the sleepover and now she pulls this?” I hissed, impatiently honking at the car ahead of me. “She didn’t even tell me before taking

-and restraint while I was at it- into Olly. Did

trying to avoid any

keep me going. I was riled

with barely leashed anger. “And I’m expected to just swoop in and fix

He nodded slowly, seeming to digest the news. “You definitely

And to top it off, I was called in for an impromptu prom committee meeting. Apparently the caterer for the semi-formal cancelled and I have to fix it,” I went on

vice or even the secretary. My position is purely honorary but I’m supposedly ‘a key member’.” I scoffed. “So I have to be present for important decisions.

higher and I was brimming with anger. Ian, fortunately, had enough sense to

aggressively overtaking the sedan in front of me. “Depend

He flashed me an encouraging smile. “You’ll breeze in, do your thing and have it all fixed in minutes. I’ve seen you fix problems like they were

not the point,” I ground out. “I

me afterward.” He scrunched up his face, tilting his head to

but not all the time. Not when it takes away from

how pitiful it sounded if you stripped way the anger backing it, I shrugged and slapped on a cheeky smile like it was supposed to be a joke. Like I was fanning

Really?” He arched a brow, thankfully ignoring

deliberately helping me save face or if it had actually gone over his head. His tone, however, screamed, ‘You’re getting ahead yourself.’