“Pardon?” I hedged, pretending I had no idea what he was talking about.
“You missed something.” His nod indicated to the can.
“Oh. Can you hand it to me please?”
He scoffed. “Now, you know that’s not going to happen. Better come get it, girl. Wouldn’t want to get yourself in trouble, would you?”
Actually, contemplating it, the only real loss here would be Marshall. I stared at Niles and weighed all my options. His heel had knocked the cylinder farther beneath the stool and ensured I’d have to get closer. Between his legs. Within his grasp.
“Reba!” Chef Andrews barked, stomping out from the kitchen. “I told you I needed your help at four sharp. You’re late.”
My gaze whipped toward him. “Sorry? Oh, sorry! I was finishing up here.”
“The girl made a mess she needs to clean up,” Niles sneered. He reached down and grabbed the spray then held it out to me. I took it, but he didn’t immediately let go, his stare promising he wasn’t giving this up.
I shoved the canister into my caddy and marched away with Andrews.
“You okay?” he asked under his breath when we were a distance away.
“No.”
I wouldn’t be okay until I got out of here. Two men were after me, but the strange thing was, Marshall roused awareness in me. Niles just made my skin crawl. They might share blood, but they were nothing alike.