you recognize anyone?”
“Okay…” she said, not sure she really wanted to look at possible stalkers.
It was all kinds of traumatizing, and now she was embroiled in this thing with Corey. Willow had a life that she kept on an even keel. These last few months had added way too much stress to her world. She didn’t know if she could deal with any more.
He brought up a dozen video capture images of possible suspects. Willow inspected them, not recognizing a single one.
“This is it?” she asked.
“These are the people who were present in the area during the dates when the letters were sent. Since they are postmarked at different locations around Seattle, it actually makes the search much easier than if they were all postmarked from the same place. Instead of thousands of results, we have a dozen.”
“I don’t recognize any of them. What now?”
“Now we look at each suspect and try to determine which one might have a motive to stalk you.”
“Let’s do that then.”
Corey started to type. A few moments later, he stopped to look at her.
“Okay, the system is doing background checks on each of them. It might take a little while.”
“Okay. I guess I’ll go back to the lodge.”
“Give me your number. I’ll text you when I get the results.”
She stood up, and they exchanged numbers. Taking her wet swimsuit in one hand and the picnic basket in the other. Willow strolled back to the lodge, feeling insecure and embarrassed.
The pleasure Corey had given her on the beach was unparalleled. She’d never received pleasure like that in her life. But it came with a price. She should run away as fast as she could, but something about Corey called out to her.
She could feel that there was something wounded inside him that kept him blocked off from love. Maybe if she could help him past it, things could work out for them.
But Willow also knew that Corey hadn’t wanted a fated mate. He was going against his own ironclad decision. That made her uncomfortable.
She wanted to spend more time with him. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin again. She dropped the picnic basket off at the front desk and continued up to her room.
Once inside, she took a shower and dressed in clean clothes. Her laptop was sitting there, staring at her.
“I’m going to write,” she said to herself. “Just not today.”
She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. A local commercial came on, advertising the exciting shifter-run businesses in the area. If Willow hadn’t already been involved with a shifter, that commercial would have made her want to be. Whoever was behind that marketing campaign was a genius.
She clicked through the channels and settled on a movie she wanted to watch, wishing that Corey was here to share it with her. Why would she want to share a movie with Corey? They’d just met. All he’d done so far was confuse the hell out of her.
She rubbed her temples, admonishing herself.
“Willow, pull yourself together. You’d think you’ve never had male attention before. He isn’t that great.”
But he was that great. Maybe even better than great. He was so sexy, handsome, smart, and capable.
She groaned at herself.
“I’m pathetic,” she said.
Lying down on the couch, she curled up in a ball and watched the movie. As the characters went through their own dramas, Willow realized she wasn’t pathetic. She was just lonely.
She’d been alone for a long time. It was getting to her. She needed some love of her own. But should she let herself fall for Corey?
As the credits rolled on her movie, her phone pinged. She sat up and grabbed the phone. The screen showed a text from Corey.
“I have a lead,” it said.
“I’ll be right over.”
Willow drew herself off the couch with a low moan. Was she getting a headache or was she just excited to see Corey again? Maybe both.
As she made her way over to his cabin, her heart fluttered in her chest like it was about to explode. When she made it to his
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