Wesley was concerned.


    “What’s the matter?” he asked tenderly.


    “I think someone is still stalking me.”


    Wesley turned towards the other side of the hallway. Seeing what he was doing, ir turned her head


    too. Two bodyguards stood there. Noticing


    Wesley was staring at them, one of them walked over.


    “They were gangsters, Wesley. They followed us all the way here. Carlos is still out of the country.”


    While they were talking, ir ced her finger on the fingerprint scanner. With a beep, the door was


    unlocked, and she pushed it open and walked in sullenly.


    When she closed the door, she could still hear Wesley discussing the stalkers in the hallway.


    She turned the lights on, changed into slippers, and walked into the kitchen.


    It was only when she opened the fridge that it urred to her that she had forgotten to go to the


    grocery store. The fridge itself was pretty bare. There were only a few tomatoes sitting in there. She


    checked the cab and could only find two packages of instant noodles.


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    It seemed instant noodles would be the only thing on the menu tonight.


    She tossed a packet of instant noodles onto the top of the counter and walked into the bedroom to get


    changed.


    Just then, the doorbell rang. Who could that be?


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    It couldn’t be Wesley. He wasforting his sad, terrified niece.


    ir peeked through the cat’s eye and saw Wesley standing outside, looking a little impatient. She


    opened the door quickly and asked,


    “What can I do for you, Wesley?”


    Wesley always got to the point.


    “I have stuff in my fridge. You’re a better cook than I am, so why note over and cook? We can eat


    together.”


    ‘We?’ “By ‘we, ‘ do you mean you and me or the three of us?” asked


    ir. That was an important distinction. She wanted to get Wesley alone.


    “The three of us.” Megan hadn’t eaten either. Wesley intended to give her a Lift home after dinner.


    “Oh. It’s no fun being the third wheel, so I’ll have to say no. Bye.”


    With that, she shut the door in his face.


    Staring at the closed door, Wesley felt frustration rising in him. But he didn’t give up. A momentter, he


    rang the doorbell again.


    Leaning against the door, ir listened to the doorbell ring. She counted to herself, ‘One, two, three,


    four, five.’ Then she opened the door again.