He was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. I was at lost for words.
"Uh. . . Jules Vaughn."
"Hello Miss Vaughn, I'm Blake Jefferson. You live around here?"
"Yeah, me and my. . ." I trailed off. I forgot about Rue. She would be home soon.
"You and who?" He frowns.
"No one." I lied.
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"You need help or something?" Blake asks.
"No, I was just checking around for someone."
"Who?"
"No, it's just I thought I saw a black car lurking around my house twice yesterday and I was just checking it out." I say not moving away from Blake's eyes.
"Oh. Well if there's anyone lurking you'd better give me a call. I'll settle whoever it is out." Blake was writing his number down on a sheet of torn paper. He handed it to me with a grin.
"Call me if you see it again, okay?"
"Okay." I smiled.
He didn't think I was crazy. I liked that. I thought I was crazy and paranoid but I guess he believes in my instinct.
"Thanks you so much, Blake."
"No problem, Jules." His smile was so longing and kind of a weird creepy but sexy as fuck.
I put my car in gear but before I could drive off Blake said, "You should give that number call when you get home. It doesn't always have to be about a lurking car." He grinned and walked away.
