Opening the car door, I slid out of the front seat, relieved to escape. The drive to my apartment had been painfully awkward because I had no idea what to say to a man whom I was convinced hated me.
“Thanks for the lift,” I muttered and took off toward the building.
Footsteps echoed behind me, and I sighed my irritation. The last thing I wanted was for Cole to come into my personal space.
“Why the rush, Sydney? Are you eager to run back to Adam’s place?”
Taking a deep breath to keep any flippant retorts at bay, I said, “Not at all. I’m tired, and I’d like to get some sleep.” Of course, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Worrying about being hunted had me so on edge all the time. Sleep was a distant memory.
“So you’re not going to invite me in?”
Stopping abruptly, I spun around to give Cole a seething glare, but I gasped instead because we almost collided. With just a hair’s breadth between us, my wits immediately scattered. Cheeks burning, I took a step back.
“I know you only offered me a lift to keep eyes on me,” I said. “But there’s no need for you to come in.”