stunningly dark blue eyes. How ironic that twin windows into crazytown would be so striking. One would think they’d be all googly and bloodshot.
“I need to make a phone call.” He stuck out his hand, palm up. When Mia didn’t instantly produce a phone, he impatiently gestured for it.
“You are unbelievable,” she said. “Do you really think I’m going to hand over a phone after you just threw one in the lake?”
He sighed. “Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he said, and inexplicably sounded almost thoughtful as he ran a hand over his head. He studied her a moment. “What are you doing here?”
He was asking her ? “I happen to work at the Ross house,” she said stiffly.
“More good news,” he said, and moved to the bench, sitting heavily, splaying his legs wide as men on benches were wont to do. Her bag was beside the bench with her phone tucked just inside.
“I’m going to go back to work,” she said. “I would suggest you go back down to the public area before the owners find out you’re here.”
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even look at her. His gaze was locked on the water and now he seemed lost in thought.
Your honor, the jury has reached a verdict: batshit crazy as charged.
Well, Mia wasn’t stupid. She was going to get out of here before he ramped up again. She moved cautiously toward her bag, intending to grab it and disappear before crazy noticed. But the moment she squatted down, her arm outstretched, his gaze jerked around to her again. He sighed and rolled his navy-blue eyes. “Jesus, are you still here? I thought you’d run off with your phone clutched to your breast.”
Mia gasped. “The better question is, why are you still here? Who are you, anyway?”
He snorted and shook his head. “Don’t play dumb. I hate that.”
Crazier and crazier. Mia snatched up her bag and backed away from him. “I’m not kidding. If you don’t want any trouble, you better get out of here. She has security.”
That seemed to interest him. “ Who has security?”
“Mrs. Yates. She owns Ross house now, and she has security, pal,” she said, pointing at him for emphasis.
For whatever reason, the man laughed. He tipped his head back and laughed. “Yeah, she’s got such great security that you managed to get all the way up here without being seen.” He flicked his wrist at her. “Go back to your job .”
“Oh, I’m leaving,” she said. “I’m going back up there and alerting her security that a strange man is wandering around down here hurling phones into the lake.”
“You do that.” He wiggled his fingers as if he were dismissing her.
He was unbelievably infuriating. “I am going to do that right now,” she said, and whirled about, meaning to march up the path. But her canvas bag caught a nail on the bench and snagged. She tugged. Her bag did not come free.
“Just yank it free,” he said irritably.
“I don’t want to tear it!”
“For God’s sake,” he said, and stood up, crowding in beside her, his arm brushing against her side as he leaned over and worked the bag off the nail. “There. Now go on and leave me alone.”
Mia tucked her bag under her arm and backed away from him. “I mean it, I’m going to report you, so if you don’t want to be arrested for trespassing, you better go back to the hot dog stand you came from.”
“Great,” he said, nodding. “Thanks for the advice.”
She strode toward the path, her bag bouncing against her leg.
“Hey!” he shouted at her.
Mia reluctantly turned around.
“Let me use your phone before you go.”
“No!” she shouted, and marched on.
Crazy-ass summer people.
Three
Drago was making his rounds when Mia made her way back to the house, breathless with rage and practically sprinting. She pointed toward the bluff. “There is an insane person down there, a bum who doesn’t belong on this property,” she said. “He came up from the beach.”
“Oh yeah?” Drago said and
Aziz Ansari, Eric Klinenberg