MALACHI
“A good friend of Sarah’s?” I repeat his statement as a question, completely ignoring his last sentence, of course.
He’s in no position to warn me. I am the one who is struggling to decide if he gets to his destination safely…or not.
I reach for his right shoulder blade and squeeze it. He winces as my fingers dig into his clavicle.
“Any good friend of my girlfriend is a good friend of mine,” his face contorts into a frown when I refer to Sarah as my girlfriend, and it amuses me even more.
He glares at the hand on his shoulder and shrugs it off.
I, on the other hand, keep allowing him to entertain me.
“Why don’t we take this to my office? It’s distasteful for gentlemen to stand under the sun for too long.”
Julian’s scowl deepens. My politeness is getting on his last ner
