Nikolai doesn’t look fazed at the sight of me, despite the fact I’m one worry line away from donning atin foil hat and pinning newspaper cutouts to a corkboard.
“Hi to you, too.” He grabs me by the shoulders and gently moves me so he can step to the side andclose his car door.
“Hi?” I snap. “That’s what you have to say after standing me up for dinner and then not calling oranswering your phone? Hi?! You could have been dead.”
“You knew I wasn’t dead.”
“How do you know that?”
He gestures to me as if I’m proof enough. “Because clearly, you saw the news.”
Yes, I saw the news. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the news since I saw the news.
“What does that even mean?” I ask desperately. “You know I saw the news, which means you knewthere was news to see.
