Elena
"I found out some disturbing news yesterday while I was at the store," I say into the phone while I pat in some seasoning on a couple of chicken breasts.
This is the first time we've talked since last night's texts of wishing each other a good night with sweet dreams. What happened last night is not something to discuss in a text message.
"What news is that? I know you had a not-so-friendly run-in with someone," that deep southern drawl reaches my ears from the speaker on the counter.
"Yeah, it was a coincidence that Tick showed up right when I needed him. That was you, wasn't it?" I ask a little derisive.
"Damn right, that was me. Elena, I can't have you go out to places by yourself – it's not safe."
I roll my eyes, knowing that I'll lose this fight. "When will it be safe, Mik
