Yes, it was the same type of envelope the photos were always sent to her in, but those types of white mailing envelopes weren’t uncommon.
However, this didn’t feel right.
She grimaced as the phone continued to ring.Didn’tfeelright? Seriously?
Right when she was about to hang up, the call connected.
“Hey, Frey, what’s up?” Xander asked, his voice hushed.
For a moment, her words failed her. Holy crap, what if that stupid envelope was nothing?
“Freya, are you there?”
“Hey, I’m sorry to interrupt your meeting.” She cleared her throat as heat washed over her face. “Um, when I got home there was an envelope and...”
And when you say that out loud, you can hear how ridiculous it sounds. You’re an overreacting nutcase. It’s a freakingenvelope.
Letting out a sigh, she rubbed her temples and rushed on. “You know what, never mind. I’m so sorry I interrupted. I’ll just see you when you get here.”
“Hang on, Frey,” he said, his voice louder. “Tell me what’s going on.”
If she could clobber herself over the head, she would. “It’s nothing. When I came home, there was a large white envelope propped against my apartment door, and I freaked out. But I’m sure it’s noth?—”
“Did you open the envelope?”
Though he couldn’t see her, she shook her head, feeling like a fool. “No. Like I said, I got scared, so I ran back outside. I’m standing in front of Knit Wits.”
“Don’t move from there. I’m going to call you right back.”
She frowned as he disconnected their call. Before she could question anything, her phone rang with an incoming video call.She tapped the button, and Xander’s face filled her screen. Some of the tension in her body eased.
“Hey, beautiful, you okay?” A muttered curse sounded off camera, and Xander glared to the side before looking back at her. “I’m only a few blocks over, and I’m heading your way right now.”
Guilt began to mix with the worry and uncertainty whirling in her gut. “It’s okay, Xan, you don’t have to rush over. Like I said, it’s nothing and?—”
“And it was an envelope that gave you a bad feeling. A feeling that had you calling me. Did your landlord call or text you that they dropped anything at your front door?”
She shook her head.
“Has anyone ever left anything at your front door before?”
Again, she shook her head, and that uneasy feeling in her stomach grew.
“Freya, baby, trust your gut. It told you something was off, so you got the hell out of there. That’s smart.”
His simple words had relief battling the doubt within her.
“If it turns out to be nothing,” he continued, “which I hope to hell it is, then this will be something we can laugh about later. But if it’s not?—”
“It’s best to be safe,” a deep voice interrupted. Xander swung his phone to the side and showed the man driving—a broad-shouldered, thick-necked man with dark hair that was cut high and tight.
“That’s Wilson,” Xander said. The other man lifted his chin, not taking his eyes off the road. “He’s a man of few words.”
“Whatever, dude.” Wilson snorted before glancing at the phone. “Freya, I’m looking forward to meeting the woman who’s had Xan blowing off the gym two days in a row.”
Before she could respond, the phone jostled, and Xander’s face filled the screen again. “Don’t listen to a thing he says, baby. He’s always full of shit.”
She let out a breath, and a soft smile lifted her lips. “Thank you for coming over early.”
