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she willingly gave it to were
Diane and Brynn.
“It’s Damien,” she said.
“What?” Malachi asked, his voice tight with
anger.
“He just texted me. He’s the one who’s
breaking my windows.” It had been easy enough to overhear the
conversation with Malachi and the security company. Someone was
breaking all her windows. Dread pooled in her stomach. She hadn’t
wanted to believe it was Damien, but the text proved it.
“How the hell does he have your cell number?
I thought you told Brynn that you didn’t give it out to
anyone.”
“I don’t.” She deleted the text and then
called the daycare to check on Jack. Everything was fine with him
and no one had seen anyone suspicious hanging around. Breathing a
sigh of relief, she dropped the phone into her purse and leaned
back against the seat.
“If you’re not giving the number out, then he
clearly knows someone who can get him the information. Maybe a
private investigator or a crooked cop.”
Malachi turned a corner sharply. Two police
cars and several other vehicles were parked on the street in front
of her house, and men were milling around in the yard. Since
Malachi didn’t say anything about the non-police people in her
yard, she assumed they were protectors.
He pulled the SUV to a stop at the curb and
turned to her. “I’m going to check things out. Stay put and lock
the doors when I get out.”
“Okay.”
His eyes narrowed and he reached out and laid
his hand on her neck. His thumb rubbed her throat and she raised a
brow at him. “What?”
“I’m making sure you’re not in shock.”
She smiled in spite of how nuts the situation
was. “I’m okay.”
“You’re being calm.”
She shrugged. “He could have done a lot more
than break the windows. Clearly he was having someone watch the
house who reported about you being here. I’m glad that it was just
the windows.”
He frowned, his thumb rubbing against her
throat lightly, and said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
When he shut the door, she pressed the lock
button, reassured by the clicking sound of every door being locked.
He stared at her through the side window for a long moment, and she
wondered what he was thinking. Was he wondering if he was nuts for
getting involved with her? She was beginning to think anyone was
nuts to be around her.
She watched as Malachi first spoke to the
police, and then made his way around the house, apparently using
his phone to take pictures of the damage. From the street, she
could see the two windows at the front of the house were completely
broken out. It wasn’t like someone had just lobbed a rock through
them — both windows were entirely gone, the jagged remains glinting
in the afternoon sunlight.
Shit, the house was going to be a mess.
With a deep sigh, she laid her head back
against the seat and closed her eyes. When she’d made the decision
to leave Damien, she’d known that he was unstable. At the very
least he acted like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away.
She thought he got pleasure from her fear, knowing that he
terrified her. He wasn’t as muscular as Malachi, having more of a
lean, wiry build, but he was still powerfully strong, thanks to his
wolf shifter genes.
She opened her eyes and watched Malachi speak
to the other men. Even though she couldn’t hear what they were
saying, she could tell that the men respected him. They weren’t
afraid of him, that he might lash out unexpectedly just for the fun
of it the way that Damien did. No, these men — these wolf shifters
— respected Malachi because he was worthy of respect and deserved
it.
Twenty minutes passed before Malachi came to
her side of the SUV and she unlocked the door. He opened it and a
blast of cold air whipped into the interior, making her shiver
immediately.
“Come on, sweetheart.” He offered her his
hand and she took it without a second thought. He pulled her gently
from the interior of the SUV and guided her up the front walk. She
gave
Diane and Brynn.
“It’s Damien,” she said.
“What?” Malachi asked, his voice tight with
anger.
“He just texted me. He’s the one who’s
breaking my windows.” It had been easy enough to overhear the
conversation with Malachi and the security company. Someone was
breaking all her windows. Dread pooled in her stomach. She hadn’t
wanted to believe it was Damien, but the text proved it.
“How the hell does he have your cell number?
I thought you told Brynn that you didn’t give it out to
anyone.”
“I don’t.” She deleted the text and then
called the daycare to check on Jack. Everything was fine with him
and no one had seen anyone suspicious hanging around. Breathing a
sigh of relief, she dropped the phone into her purse and leaned
back against the seat.
“If you’re not giving the number out, then he
clearly knows someone who can get him the information. Maybe a
private investigator or a crooked cop.”
Malachi turned a corner sharply. Two police
cars and several other vehicles were parked on the street in front
of her house, and men were milling around in the yard. Since
Malachi didn’t say anything about the non-police people in her
yard, she assumed they were protectors.
He pulled the SUV to a stop at the curb and
turned to her. “I’m going to check things out. Stay put and lock
the doors when I get out.”
“Okay.”
His eyes narrowed and he reached out and laid
his hand on her neck. His thumb rubbed her throat and she raised a
brow at him. “What?”
“I’m making sure you’re not in shock.”
She smiled in spite of how nuts the situation
was. “I’m okay.”
“You’re being calm.”
She shrugged. “He could have done a lot more
than break the windows. Clearly he was having someone watch the
house who reported about you being here. I’m glad that it was just
the windows.”
He frowned, his thumb rubbing against her
throat lightly, and said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
When he shut the door, she pressed the lock
button, reassured by the clicking sound of every door being locked.
He stared at her through the side window for a long moment, and she
wondered what he was thinking. Was he wondering if he was nuts for
getting involved with her? She was beginning to think anyone was
nuts to be around her.
She watched as Malachi first spoke to the
police, and then made his way around the house, apparently using
his phone to take pictures of the damage. From the street, she
could see the two windows at the front of the house were completely
broken out. It wasn’t like someone had just lobbed a rock through
them — both windows were entirely gone, the jagged remains glinting
in the afternoon sunlight.
Shit, the house was going to be a mess.
With a deep sigh, she laid her head back
against the seat and closed her eyes. When she’d made the decision
to leave Damien, she’d known that he was unstable. At the very
least he acted like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away.
She thought he got pleasure from her fear, knowing that he
terrified her. He wasn’t as muscular as Malachi, having more of a
lean, wiry build, but he was still powerfully strong, thanks to his
wolf shifter genes.
She opened her eyes and watched Malachi speak
to the other men. Even though she couldn’t hear what they were
saying, she could tell that the men respected him. They weren’t
afraid of him, that he might lash out unexpectedly just for the fun
of it the way that Damien did. No, these men — these wolf shifters
— respected Malachi because he was worthy of respect and deserved
it.
Twenty minutes passed before Malachi came to
her side of the SUV and she unlocked the door. He opened it and a
blast of cold air whipped into the interior, making her shiver
immediately.
“Come on, sweetheart.” He offered her his
hand and she took it without a second thought. He pulled her gently
from the interior of the SUV and guided her up the front walk. She
gave
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