Gettinghim thrown in jail didn’t work.
Riding around in his damn truck, listening for a noise that wasn’t there, didn’t do a damn thing to discourage him either.
Every day, he waited for me at the garage. And every day, he walked me home, making sure I got inside before he went back to his truck and waited outside until night fell.
When he drove away, I always wondered when he was going to give in. I prayed it would be soon, because I was terrified that I might slip and let him back in.
And then I would be crushed all over again.
Even on days when I thought I escaped him, I found him watching from across the street. Every step I took, he was there. I would never shake him.
Today was no different. He was waiting for me at my apartment. He walked with me to work, and even though I ignored him the whole way, he chatted the whole time about the house he was building for me.
He was delusional if he thought I would actually move in with him.
Then the day proceeded with him watching me work, bringing melunch that I refused, and then following me to meet Cheyenne at the bank, where we walked to The Beaver and Boot together.
“I see you still have your shadow,” she smirked as we took our seats at the two-seater table.
Slinging my purse over the back of the chair, I sighed heavily. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take. He’s driving me nuts.”
“Is he really?” she smirked.
“You have no idea what this is like,” I scowled. “He’s always there!”
“Yes, always there, following you and telling you how much he loves you. Must be awful.”
My narrowed eyes didn’t get to her at all. In fact, she just laughed at me.
“Lizzy,” I called out, snagging her attention as she strode to another table.
“Hey! Do you want the usual?”
“I want you to get your brother to leave me alone.”
“Ha! I would, but you can’t tell Liam anything.”
“Then ban him from the bar.”
“I would, but he’s part-owner. Not much I can do,” she shrugged. “But I’ll gladly spill a drink on him if it’ll make you feel better.”
It would, but the joy would be short-lived, and I wasn’t sure I was petty enough to do something like that to him.
“That’s okay,” I sighed. “Thanks anyway.”
“I’ll put in your order and get your drinks. Just give me a minute.”
Slumping in my chair, I propped myself up with my fist under my chin as I leaned hard on the table. I was quickly running out of ways to get Liam to back off. Nothing had worked so far, and I was beginning to think that waiting him out wouldn’t work either.
“So, what should we do tonight?” Cheyenne asked.
“You mean other than get rid of my stalker?”
“Hey, it could be worse. He might not want to be with you at all.”
“I wish he would,” I grumbled.
“Careful what you wish for. One of these days, he might actually leave you alone. Do you still think you’d be happy about that?”
