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I passed her in the hallway and caught her raised eyebrows and shit-eating grin as we passed.
“Have a nice night, Linds,” she said, giving me a wink.
I threw her a dirty look as I opened the hall closet and got a pillow and blanket out.
“Here you go,” I said, handing them to Taz, who now had his legs propped up on the coffee table.
“Turning in?” he asked looking up from his laptop at me with those incredibly green eyes.
“Yep,” I replied. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, Lindsey.”
“Goodnight, Taz.”
CHAPTER 22
I was up and ready to leave for school by 8:30 a.m. Monday morning. Taz didn’t appear to be very well rested. I noticed the trash can in the kitchen had an army of empty beer bottles resting at the top.
His five o’clock shadow had reached midnight, and his hair was sleep-tousled, spiking out all over the place. He grumbled something to me about needing coffee as he rambled down the hall towards the bathroom.
I put some coffee on and by the time he came back out looking a bit better, I had a steaming cup waiting for him. He sat at the breakfast bar, taking his time sipping his coffee.
“I take it you girls don’t do breakfast,” he commented, raking his hand through his hair.
“I usually get something in the cafeteria before my first class,” I replied, putting my books in my backpack.
Darcy came into the living room ready to go.
“Hey Taz,” she greeted sounding unusually chipper. “Did you sleep well?”
He lifted an eyebrow, his coffee mug up to his lips and nodded. “Yeah, fine.”
“Well, I’m off, Lindsey. I’ll see you both this evening, I guess.”
“See you, Darce.”
“So Taz, what’s going on with your classes since you’re stuck here for a few days?”
“Luckily my courses this term are online so it’s not a problem. You ready?”
“Yep,” I replied, hoisting my backpack over my shoulders.
Taz drove me to the campus in his truck. He seemed to be aware of everything around him. I was kind of fascinated that I hadn’t noticed before his synchronized glances in the side and rearview mirror.
I wondered if that was some sort of built-in behavior that was now second nature to him being in the bureau. Slate was the same way.
“So, are we being tailed?” I joked.
He looked over at me, his sunglasses preventing me from seeing his sexy green eyes or reading his expression for that matter.
“Make jokes if you want, Lindsey, but it damn sure wouldn’t hurt you to develop some behavioral instincts. You aren’t always going to have your worrywart step-father around.”
“What exactly is that supposed to mean, Taz?”
“What it means, baby girl, is that no matter how you are related to Slate, I wouldn’t be here unless he thought I needed to be. Slate doesn’t operate on emotions. He operates on instinct and Intel. Something is telling him things are not right here and there is more to the story that likely involves previous Intel that he has received.”
Now Taz was just plain frightening me. What did he know?
