“Hey, look at me,” Michael called to me softly, drawing my eyes back to his. “I’m sure this has nothing to do with you. He was probably just questioning you because he saw us together.” “That’s supposed to make me feel better?” I teased with a hint of sarcasm. “I don’t want someone after you any more than I do me.” “It should make you feel better. I can take care of myself—promise. I figured you knew that by now.” He gave me a smirk, but it didn’t lighten my mood as intended. “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry about you.” “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not exactly the type to sit at home and worry. You sure there isn’t something else bothering you?” I let out a deep breath, my shoulders sagging. “Nico showed up last week.” Michael’s eyebrows nearly touched his hairline. “No s
