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at someone named Tommy. She didn’t tell him no. In fact, he couldn’t get there soon enough.
The paper turned out to be a picture of her leaving the building that morning. The wind had caught her hair and was blowing it in her face.
“Conner, I.…” The words stumbled from her lips. Okay, that was a little creepier than just flowers. Way creepier.
“Is there anyone in your apartment?” he repeated.
“I don’t think so. Not now,” she said.
“Not now?” He sucked in a deep breath. “Okay, go into the kitchen and get a glass of water.”
Yes, water. Good idea. She stepped around the table with the flowers; those would need to meet the garbage disposal, later though. Right now, she had to focus on calming down. This was nothing more than a trick.
Her alabaster vase was in several pieces on the floor next to her dining table.
“Oh!” she breathed out.
“What?” Conner asked firmly but gently.
“My vase. The one you bought me is broken.” Tears filled her eyes. She swiped at them. “Damn him.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he said as car doors slammed in the background. “I’ll get you another. I promise.”
Jessica made it into the kitchen and got a glass of water. She clutched it and her phone as she slid to the floor in the corner of her cabinets. From there she could see both the front door and her bedroom. Nobody would be able to attack her without her seeing them.
Conner kept up a constant chatter, which she only answered with yes or no. Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief when he said he was in the elevator on his way up.
“You’ll need to let me in. Can you make it to the front door?” he asked.
“I think so,” she said, but she made no move to stand. She took another sip of water.
“I’m getting off the elevator now. Meet me at the door.” Conner took a deep breath and cursed. “Never mind. You left your keys in the door.”
“Oh.” Not one of her better moves.
Conner flung the front door open. His hair looked wild, like he’d run his hand through it a million times. Ahmed, his driver, followed him in. Conner came to her, dropping to his knees.
“Where’s he going?” Jessica asked as Conner took her phone and switched it off.
“Just checking to see if anything else has been disturbed.” Conner dug his fingers into her hair and forced her to look at him. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Yes, I think so. I’m spooked, but fine.”
Ahmed came out of her bedroom, and Conner walked with him over to the door. They kept their heads down and voices low. After just a minute, Ahmed slipped out the door, and Conner locked it.
“Where’s your broom?” Conner rolled up his shirt-sleeves.
“Broom? What did Ahmed say?”
“Nothing else has been touched, and you didn’t make your bed.”
Jessica smiled.
“How does he know that? Maybe whoever was in here riffled through things,” she said.
“The two outfits you tried on and your pajamas were tossed on top of your unmade bed.” Conner grinned at her. “Did the miscreant try on your clothes too?”
He had her there.
“Broom is in there.” She pointed. “I can do it.”
“Nope. You stay right there.” He winked.
She hadn’t gotten much in the way of cleaning supplies yet, but thanks to the Ms she did have the basics. Conner grabbed the broom and dustpan out of the closet.
“You really don’t have to do that,” she said.
“It won’t take but a minute, and then you and I are going to sit on the couch and have a long chat. Ahmed went to pick us up some dinner, and my assistant Tommy will be by later. We needed a night in anyway.”
Jessica sighed. It was time to tell her story. He would likely run screaming from the building when he heard how messed up the situation was. Especially since Rick had apparently decided to become a stalker.
“Damn, this was taken this morning.”
“The picture? Yeah.”
Conner brought the flowers, the dustpan, and the picture, and threw them all in the
The paper turned out to be a picture of her leaving the building that morning. The wind had caught her hair and was blowing it in her face.
“Conner, I.…” The words stumbled from her lips. Okay, that was a little creepier than just flowers. Way creepier.
“Is there anyone in your apartment?” he repeated.
“I don’t think so. Not now,” she said.
“Not now?” He sucked in a deep breath. “Okay, go into the kitchen and get a glass of water.”
Yes, water. Good idea. She stepped around the table with the flowers; those would need to meet the garbage disposal, later though. Right now, she had to focus on calming down. This was nothing more than a trick.
Her alabaster vase was in several pieces on the floor next to her dining table.
“Oh!” she breathed out.
“What?” Conner asked firmly but gently.
“My vase. The one you bought me is broken.” Tears filled her eyes. She swiped at them. “Damn him.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he said as car doors slammed in the background. “I’ll get you another. I promise.”
Jessica made it into the kitchen and got a glass of water. She clutched it and her phone as she slid to the floor in the corner of her cabinets. From there she could see both the front door and her bedroom. Nobody would be able to attack her without her seeing them.
Conner kept up a constant chatter, which she only answered with yes or no. Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief when he said he was in the elevator on his way up.
“You’ll need to let me in. Can you make it to the front door?” he asked.
“I think so,” she said, but she made no move to stand. She took another sip of water.
“I’m getting off the elevator now. Meet me at the door.” Conner took a deep breath and cursed. “Never mind. You left your keys in the door.”
“Oh.” Not one of her better moves.
Conner flung the front door open. His hair looked wild, like he’d run his hand through it a million times. Ahmed, his driver, followed him in. Conner came to her, dropping to his knees.
“Where’s he going?” Jessica asked as Conner took her phone and switched it off.
“Just checking to see if anything else has been disturbed.” Conner dug his fingers into her hair and forced her to look at him. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Yes, I think so. I’m spooked, but fine.”
Ahmed came out of her bedroom, and Conner walked with him over to the door. They kept their heads down and voices low. After just a minute, Ahmed slipped out the door, and Conner locked it.
“Where’s your broom?” Conner rolled up his shirt-sleeves.
“Broom? What did Ahmed say?”
“Nothing else has been touched, and you didn’t make your bed.”
Jessica smiled.
“How does he know that? Maybe whoever was in here riffled through things,” she said.
“The two outfits you tried on and your pajamas were tossed on top of your unmade bed.” Conner grinned at her. “Did the miscreant try on your clothes too?”
He had her there.
“Broom is in there.” She pointed. “I can do it.”
“Nope. You stay right there.” He winked.
She hadn’t gotten much in the way of cleaning supplies yet, but thanks to the Ms she did have the basics. Conner grabbed the broom and dustpan out of the closet.
“You really don’t have to do that,” she said.
“It won’t take but a minute, and then you and I are going to sit on the couch and have a long chat. Ahmed went to pick us up some dinner, and my assistant Tommy will be by later. We needed a night in anyway.”
Jessica sighed. It was time to tell her story. He would likely run screaming from the building when he heard how messed up the situation was. Especially since Rick had apparently decided to become a stalker.
“Damn, this was taken this morning.”
“The picture? Yeah.”
Conner brought the flowers, the dustpan, and the picture, and threw them all in the
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