After his swift apology, we simply drove in blessed silence. “I don’t mean to alarm you,” the driver mentioned when we were about five miles out, “but I think that car you were trying to get away from back there has been following us.”

I glanced out the back window, and sure enough there was a silver BMW following just behind us and not trying to be slick about it either. I wondered briefly if the asshole was planning to show up to the dinner with the mystery woman in tow. Then, I wondered what the hell I had done in my past lives to deserve this type of Karma.

In this life, I had been a relatively good person. There was that time when I stole a pack of gum because I couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. It was not the cliché story about how I was caught, forced to apologize, pay for the gum or learned a special lesson. I never got caught because I wasn’t stupid enough to chew my gum when my parents were watching. I did, however, feel guilty for doing it, and so never did again.

Surely, my one childhood foray into the criminal underbelly of petty theft couldn’t have wrought this kind of constant torment in my life though. “Ugh,” I groaned out loud. “It will be fine,” I told my driver as his worried gaze met my own. “If he bothers me too much, I’m sure my father will shoot him.”

Tim laughed, but I was serious. If that asshole showed up with some skank plastered to his side, after marrying his daughter, my father might just pull a gun on him. He wasn’t a made man or Mobster or whatever, but I also wasn’t stupid enough to think that my father didn’t have the capability of behaving that way if the need arose. I’d had the pleasure of overhearing some of the things he had planned for good old Uncle Max, if he was ever found.

When we got to my parent’s house, I paid, tipped my driver well, and even took an extra moment to make sure I gave him a stellar review and a huge thanks for doing what he could to get me away from the man who followed us anyway. I was surprised to see that Tucker was the one to climb out of the driver’s seat of the BMW and that Wes was no longer with him. I guess Wes and guest were left behind at the apartment.

That actually made me question security issues I had with leaving my things at the apartment. I did not want strange women to have access to my things. Actually, just thinking that sent me into a huge panic because I had left my iPad behind, the one that contained the book I had been working so hard on. Considering it was almost complete, the last thing I needed was for someone to steal my iPad and for all my hard work to be lost. I was mid-panic attack when Tucker made his way over to me.