Jane stepped into his apartment after him and turned to close the door behind her, wrinkling her nose at the paint smell that still lingered in the small space. She stood with her arms crossed as he gave her an explanation she wasn't buying. "Road rage? A bat to the head gave you road rage. Seriously?" she asked as she thought back to earlier when he'd come barreling down the street. She conjured up an image of the dark colored van that had raced passed her first, doing her best to remember if she'd seen the driver or not. The windows had been tinted and there wasn't a company logo or letters printed on the side. Jane remembered Darius' determined demeanor as his truck roared by, forcing her back away from the road.<br/><br/>The sound of sirens rushing down the road just outside made her skin prickle. It wasn't often the police were called to her little patch of heaven. Funny they show up shortly after his arrival. Maybe the nosy old ladies were all right in their assumptions.<br/><br/>Darius gestured for her to sit on the couch and she moved across the room to take a seat. "I don't know what I was thinking, honestly. I guess I thought something was wrong and I wanted to make sure everything was okay," she told him. Jane looked him over and could tell he seemed eager to be elsewhere. He looked frazzled and disheveled. "I've got all the time in the world. Go change or something."