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Authors: Christine d'Abo
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She’d managed to get halfway through her post when her cell started chirping. Dammit, she should have at least left Darcy her number. It would have been nice to talk to him before the next event. Without looking at the display, Petra pressed her cell to her ear and continued typing.
“Hello?” No one responded immediately. Great, stupid telemarketer must have gotten her cell number somehow. “Hello?”
A low male chuckle drifted through to her. “Hello, PC.”
The phone slipped from her fingers and landed with a bang on the floor. Holy shit. Petra scrambled to retrieve it, her hands shaking as she looked at her call display. Unknown number. Swallowing past the sudden dryness in her mouth, she lifted the phone once more into place.
“Who is this?”
“I’m right. You’re PC from Sexcapades .”
“I said, who is this?”
“Oh, I’m a big fan.”
Petra jerked the phone away and hit the end button, cutting the man off. On her feet in a flash, Petra checked the locks on her door and her windows to make sure everything was fine. Her apartment was small and she knew she was alone, but the fact this asshole had figured out her name and managed to track down her cell phone number freaked her out.
Oh my God , what if he comes after me?
Switching to her landline, she hit her speed dial. “Alice?”
“And hello to you too. I have my mom on the other line.”
“A man just phoned my cell and called me PC.”
“Shit. Give me a second and I’ll call you back.”
Petra couldn’t sit still. Rather than pace aimlessly, she proceeded to tidy up her living room, going so far as to pick up all her abandoned coffee mugs and stray socks. She jumped when her phone rang again, but when Alice’s name came up, relief washed through her.
“Hey. Now, start from the beginning.”
There wasn’t much to tell, but Alice vocalized the one thing Petra was trying hard not to.
“Do you think it was Darcy from last night?”
Collapsing onto the couch, Petra closed her eyes and let the voice she’d heard come back to her.
Hello , PC.
Christ , you’re perfect.
“No, it wasn’t him. Not unless he really changed his voice or used a modulator or something. Besides, he didn’t even know which category I was nominated in. We left before the announcements.”
“That’s good at least. I mean, he knows you live somewhere around the coffee shop, so it wouldn’t be too hard for him to find your phone number. But your cell phone?”
“I know. Is it wrong that I’m freaking out a bit?”
“Hell no. But chances are it’s probably someone related to the awards program. Did you give your cell or your home phone to them?”
“Both actually. I hadn’t even thought about that.” It made sense in a way. The only people who had her cell were her family, good friends and the nomination committee. “Maybe it was someone who thought they’d get a rise out of me. I’ll mention it when I go to the Q and A event tonight.”
“Are you going to be okay? Did you want me to come over? Meet for lunch?”
She was being an idiot. Rarely did bad things actually happen to people. Just because stalkers almost always escalated into bat-shit crazy, and on occasion people actually died, that was no reason to worry.
Nope, not at all.
“I’ll be fine.” Alice would be over here in a heartbeat if she didn’t think Petra could keep it together. “I have to finish up my post and make a few calls. Plus, I need to figure out what I’m going to wear tonight.”
“Oh yes, we can’t have you looking anything short of stunning in case you see Darcy again. Shit, I can’t believe you hooked up with him. I’m still jealous.”
They chatted about her night with Darcy for a few more minutes before Alice had to go. Petra didn’t know what she’d do without her best friend to talk her off
She’d managed to get halfway through her post when her cell started chirping. Dammit, she should have at least left Darcy her number. It would have been nice to talk to him before the next event. Without looking at the display, Petra pressed her cell to her ear and continued typing.
“Hello?” No one responded immediately. Great, stupid telemarketer must have gotten her cell number somehow. “Hello?”
A low male chuckle drifted through to her. “Hello, PC.”
The phone slipped from her fingers and landed with a bang on the floor. Holy shit. Petra scrambled to retrieve it, her hands shaking as she looked at her call display. Unknown number. Swallowing past the sudden dryness in her mouth, she lifted the phone once more into place.
“Who is this?”
“I’m right. You’re PC from Sexcapades .”
“I said, who is this?”
“Oh, I’m a big fan.”
Petra jerked the phone away and hit the end button, cutting the man off. On her feet in a flash, Petra checked the locks on her door and her windows to make sure everything was fine. Her apartment was small and she knew she was alone, but the fact this asshole had figured out her name and managed to track down her cell phone number freaked her out.
Oh my God , what if he comes after me?
Switching to her landline, she hit her speed dial. “Alice?”
“And hello to you too. I have my mom on the other line.”
“A man just phoned my cell and called me PC.”
“Shit. Give me a second and I’ll call you back.”
Petra couldn’t sit still. Rather than pace aimlessly, she proceeded to tidy up her living room, going so far as to pick up all her abandoned coffee mugs and stray socks. She jumped when her phone rang again, but when Alice’s name came up, relief washed through her.
“Hey. Now, start from the beginning.”
There wasn’t much to tell, but Alice vocalized the one thing Petra was trying hard not to.
“Do you think it was Darcy from last night?”
Collapsing onto the couch, Petra closed her eyes and let the voice she’d heard come back to her.
Hello , PC.
Christ , you’re perfect.
“No, it wasn’t him. Not unless he really changed his voice or used a modulator or something. Besides, he didn’t even know which category I was nominated in. We left before the announcements.”
“That’s good at least. I mean, he knows you live somewhere around the coffee shop, so it wouldn’t be too hard for him to find your phone number. But your cell phone?”
“I know. Is it wrong that I’m freaking out a bit?”
“Hell no. But chances are it’s probably someone related to the awards program. Did you give your cell or your home phone to them?”
“Both actually. I hadn’t even thought about that.” It made sense in a way. The only people who had her cell were her family, good friends and the nomination committee. “Maybe it was someone who thought they’d get a rise out of me. I’ll mention it when I go to the Q and A event tonight.”
“Are you going to be okay? Did you want me to come over? Meet for lunch?”
She was being an idiot. Rarely did bad things actually happen to people. Just because stalkers almost always escalated into bat-shit crazy, and on occasion people actually died, that was no reason to worry.
Nope, not at all.
“I’ll be fine.” Alice would be over here in a heartbeat if she didn’t think Petra could keep it together. “I have to finish up my post and make a few calls. Plus, I need to figure out what I’m going to wear tonight.”
“Oh yes, we can’t have you looking anything short of stunning in case you see Darcy again. Shit, I can’t believe you hooked up with him. I’m still jealous.”
They chatted about her night with Darcy for a few more minutes before Alice had to go. Petra didn’t know what she’d do without her best friend to talk her off
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