When Perfect Meets Crazy

27 - I'm all for sex

I came out of the Davidson house to find Masked Idiot casually leaning on the hood of my car, looking very 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 that he wasn't a criminal. Quite the opposite, he was a Fed. A criminal, I could handle. A Fed, I wasn't sure what to do it especially since he couldn't know that I knew. Outing Parker for revealing confidential information like that was off the table.

"What's the occasion?" I asked, gesturing to his outfit.

It was a safe neutral conversation starter.

"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 greeting like close friends," I countered, elbowing him out of the way so I could get to the driver side door of the car.

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 any 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. A Fed, not so much. More so now, with my mom still away. If my dad got wind of this...

I shuddered.

"Grumpy much??" 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?" he frowned suspiciously.

"You're dressed nicer than usual," I replied, realizing that my question probably sounded invasive to him even though I hadn't meant it it be. I gestured to his outfit, barely sparing him a cursory glance before averting my gaze to the rearview mirror as I backed on to the road. "Why?"

"I had a date."

It was all I could do to not physically react 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 him penned down as a lone wolf. Like Parker. The idea of a date -much less a girlfriend- seemed almost preposterous.

It was stupid of me to forget that he had a girlfriend. Even for a moment. I was supposed to be alert and on my toes, and not forgetting important things like a girlfriend.

I could kick myself.

I snuck a glance at his profile.

Judging from his expression, the 'date' had obviously gone awry.

"Ahhh." I nodded emphatically. "With the infamous girlfriend, yeah? What's her name?"

"Tammy," he supplied.

"Tammy," I echoed, silently wondering why I didn't know any Tammys just like I didn't know any Ellies. Why couldn't he be dating a girl I knew? I wasn't asking for much, just someone to vouch for my character and persuade him to lay off. 'Trouble in paradise?'

"Where are we going anyway?" he asked, an awkward beat of silence later.

The question drew my attention back to the problems at hand and off him.