“Beer?” Rick offered when we got to his apartment.
“What I am doing here?” I asked, wondering how we got back here when all I wanted to do was make amends to Maxwell and clear up this confusion.
“I thought since I am interfering with your case and you can’t be seen around another man—I thought I would bring you here,” Rick said handing me a beer.
I turned him down having some kind of clue what he was trying to do. I am not getting out of my clothes and breaking all the rules for him ever again.
“I just want to talk, Rick and I have to get back to the house to make sure Maxwell is protected,”
“Don’t worry, I have people looking after him,” Rick’s remark took a while to sink in.
“You’ve got the FBI watching the house now?” I questioned.
“Yeah, so I can take you away for a while,”
