Julia

A threat.

My appetite disappeared not only with Van’s words but the seriousness in his expression. “Van, I’ll use Michael for the drives and” —I shook my head— “if you want one of those other men to follow me, at least now I know who they are, and they won’t creep me out.”

“I should have explained earlier. That’s on me.”

I set my plate back on the table as Van resumed his seat at the other end of the ...