Inside is a pretty pink and white wreath. I gasp and put it on my front door, replacing the cheap one I had on there before locking it again.
The rest of the night I’m on guard. I should be a little more cautious and contact the police, but I’m hoping the picture is enough to warn him off.
The next day, I don’t see Tom and there is no note, but I do receive my gifts.
Day three of hating Christmas a little less
In the box is a pink and white mug set with a fancy hot chocolate brand I’ve never heard of and some classic Swiss Miss with two different bags of marshmallows. I laugh and smile.
I repeat my day again, and just like before his delivery man comes with a new package.
Day four of forgetting my hatred of the holiday
In the new pretty pink foiled wrapping is a matching hat, scarf, and glove set in a gorgeous pale pink. On the front edge of the hat and the end of the scarf is a tiny golden Christmas tree. It’s perfect. I press them on my face and feel the soft, warm texture.
I don’t know how long he plans to play this game, but it’s working.
Chapter Seven
Parker
The beautiful thing about my sister having security cameras at her house is that I can watch my pretty little angel with one little touch of a button. I sit in my office and watch for too long as she shoveled the snow yesterday. I wanted to send somebody over there, but by the time they’d arrive, she was going to be done. And how would I play that off?
The next evening, the strangest thing happens after the delivery driver drops off her gift. I watch as she puts it up on the porch with a smile, and my heart nearly explodes, but that isn’t the problem; it’s what comes next. A car approaches and pulls up just next to my sister’s house. He gets out and creeps across the street. He turns his head, and I recognize the bastard right away. It’s the little pipsqueak from the restaurant. I know he doesn’t think he has a date with her again.
“I’ll kill him,” I growl. I look around my office to see if my door is open. It’s closed, thankfully. Still, I need to make something happen before he harms her. I’m ready to act in case he’s not welcome. He doesn’t ring the bell or even try to enter. Instead, he puts a note on her car and then leaves.
I take down his license plate and run his information, and then I hurriedly get in my car and race to her house, snatching the note from the door.You better not call the cops, you stupid bitch, or I’ll kill you and your boyfriend.
“That’s it,” I snarl. I call my driver to get his assistance. Back in his younger days, he had ways of dealing with people in not so legal ways.
“I have a problem,” I say as I walk back to my car.
“Let me know what you need, and I can take care of it,” he replies without asking for details.
“I’ll meet you at your house.” I drive straight to his place, and we discuss what I’m going to do to this little fucker, or rather, what I want done. By the next morning, Tom won’t be harassing Caroline anymore. If he breathes near her, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing he does.
I watch her on the camera come and go and receive her next gift. She nervously looks around, and that pissed me off. I hope she’ll stop that soon. Would she be upset if she knew I dealt with her stalker problem? Probably.
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It’s Friday, and I’ve given my assistant the weekend off. Tonight, I’m making the delivery. After everything that has happened, I can’t wait anymore. I have to meet with her and see if she’ll see me.
My day ends a little later than I’d like since I plan on taking Saturday off, but Maxim has watched over the house, and she is safe. Our troublesome stalker has gone to lick his wounds privately. My first stop is to pick up dinner. I can’t come empty-handed.
By the time I arrive at her door, it’s after seven. “Oh, you’re just a little late today,” Caroline answers, coming to the door and opening it with wide eyes and a gasp.
“Um…I’m guessing I’m not who you were expecting?” I say, smiling at her, taking in every inch of her sexy ass. Damn, she looks incredible. I groan, thinking about all the times I missed seeing her face.
“No, but um…”
“I have your delivery.” I raise my arm, waving the bag.
“Are you just dropping off, or would you like to come in?” she asks, biting down on the corner of her bottom lip shyly.
“I did bring enough for two,” I say with a cheeky grin.
“Please come in.” She turns around and looks at her sofa and blushes. She has folded blankets and pillows stacked on the side, and I’m instantly pissed off. Did I miss some bastard coming and going? I might have watched the camera at night, but I wasn’t focused on them all day. She could have someone over at a different time.
