“What the hell was that all about?” Eddie hissed from close behind.
With her back to him, Grace continued to fill a pitcher with water at the drink station. Then she turned to him with an innocent grin. “What was what all about?”
“Did that guy give you his phone number?”
“What difference does it make? You’re here with your girlfriend. It would seem to me that you should be paying more attention to her and less attention to who I talk to. It’s really none of your business.”
For a moment, she imagined tossing the ice water over his head but didn’t think that would go over well once word got back to Aunt Mae, as it surely would, so instead, she set the pitcher on a nearby table and took a step away to resist the temptation.
“It is my business. You were the one who just informed me yesterday that trackers are after us again. Do you really think it’s safe to be flirting with strangers?”
“You’re questioning my judgment? You brought your girlfriend along. What are you going to say when the bad guys show up at your motel door? Are you going to make time for introductions? ‘Hey, Jenna, let me introduce the IIA.'” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “For a smart guy, you’re pretty dumb. I can’t believe you brought her.”
“You told me to!”
“I was desperate to get you here. I didn’t think you’d actually bring her. You couldn’t have just sent her home?”
“Grace, I’m sorry. I should have told you about her earlier. I just… I didn’t know how.”
She shook her head again. “Whatever, Eddie. You made your choice. I need to get back to work. There’s a table waiting to order.”
She swiveled around to go, but he placed a hand on her arm to stop her. “Grace, wait.”
She focused to keep her face expressionless. She would cry later. Not now. “What?”
“Don’t trust that guy. Don’t trust anyone right now.”
“Oh don’t worry. I don’t. I don’t trust anyone.” She nodded her head toward Jenna. “Especially her.”