“Hey.” Mariano tugged on my arm as I was about to climb the steps to the Hill House. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay with what happened in the library today.”
“I’ll live.” I shrugged, annoyed. Why was he bringing it up now and not earlier when we were getting ready at his place? It took three hours for me to get my head back on straight and the shakes to stop. I was a strong person, but not as strong as I wished I was. “I would prefer not to have another gun pointed at my head.”
“Me too.” He stepped closer. “That really frightened me.”
“Did it?”
“Of course it did.” He pulled back, confused.
“You just seemed unfazed.”
“Look, babe…”
I cringed. “Babe?” I shook my head. “When did we start to use nicknames?”
“It’s cute, and it suits you.” I started to laugh, but he held up a h
