Chapter 111 Call Or Text Me First (2)

• Waylen was here. He had already gathered attention from others inside the restaurant, but he didn’t seem to care about that. I shot to my feet, and Malik wrapped a hand around my wrist. Waylen was at the door, glaring at us and scaring the shit out of other people in the restaurant. How did he get in? How did he know we were here?
• “I’m fine,” I told Malik. I could handle Waylen on my own. The dent on his brow stayed, so I bent to kiss him. “I’ll be fine.”
• “Okay. Let me know if you need help.”