Page 34 of No Cap
It just made it easier to keep track of who was and wasn’t supposed to be in the building, though.
I’m sure there were a few people wondering what the asshole was doing here.
Unless no one saw him come in, that is. And it wasn’t like he was going to arouse suspicion on my floor since there was no one here but me.
Which was why I didn’t bother keeping my voice down when I saw him standing there.
“Why are you here?” I snapped. “And when did you start wearing glasses?”
His eyes sparkled, as if he was amused by my anger, which only made it spark higher.
“I’m here because I wanted to ask you where you were between three and four a.m.,” he asked, sounding hesitant. “And I wear glasses when my head starts to hurt really bad. Usually I wear contacts.”
I stiffened, wondering what had happened for him to have asked me that.
“Here,” I answered. “Why?”
He tilted his head in a way that would’ve caused all that beautiful blond hair to fall across his eyes again had he not been wearing his hat.
“And let me guess, you don’t have any proof of that,” he drawled.
This bitch…
“Actually, I do,” I said, sounding bored, but really, I was a boiling volcano about to spew lava everywhere.
His brows rose in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected my answer.
“An issue was brought up by a comedian. He finger-pointed you. What kind of proof?” he asked as he looked around. “This place is empty. It’s so shitty that there’s not even adequate locks on the front door. I didn’t see a single security light when I came up here, let alone a camera. And I didn’t see a single other occupant other than you.”
I pulled out my phone without answering his asinine comments about my place.
Pulling up my doorbell app, I turned it around to show him all the entries where it showed a person.
He reached for my phone, but I pulled it away. “Nuh-uh. I watched a video the other day online that said never let a cop have your phone. So you’re not getting my phone.”
He rolled his eyes, as if I was some cute little complication, and it made me want to kiss him. Then punch him in that sexy mouth when I was done.
I did none of those things, and instead rolled down to the first video from me coming home last night.
“Where is this?” he asked as he looked down at my door, noticing there wasn’t a Ring doorbell in sight.
“Inside,” I said. “If I’d left it out here, it would’ve been stolen. So I leave it inside in a secret place so I can just spy on my apartment. And if there’s movement in there, other than me, it picks it up. That, and I can talk to Zilla during the day.”
His eyes seemed to soften at that, and I took a long step away from him, telling myself I wouldn’t fall for the soft act.
“What would you do if someone actually showed up on your camera?” he asked. “And why get that? You could’ve easily just gotten a run of the mill camera and set it up inside.”
I shoved my phone into my bag and shouldered it before heading down the length of the long hallway—I was the last one on the end on the very top floor—before telling him, “Keda bought it for me for my birthday, and I couldn’t return it.”
With that, I started going down the long flights of stairs, and eventually out of the building to my car.
I found my car right where I’d left it, with a few new dings on it.
How that happened when you park next to nobody and get back out to the car the next morning with no one around you, I didn’t know. But I knew I hadn’t seen the dent by the front headlight before.
Movement out of the corner of my eye had me glancing up to see my nemesis getting into a bright, shiny blue truck. Envy tore through me.
I wanted a new car. But new cars weren’t conducive with my driving style, my income, or the area in which I lived.