"I promise."
"Then I'll suffer through it."
She laughed again and began scrolling through the apps until she found the one she wanted. "Let's watchKnives Out."
"True crime?"
"Murder mystery but funny."
"I'll take your word for it. Wake me up when it's over."
It was his turn to laugh when she pinched him.
She started the movie and they'd just settled in to watch it when her phone rang.
"Sorry. I need to get this."
He paused the movie.
"Hello?"
Her body went rigid as she listened to whoever was on the other end of the line.
"Stop calling me," she said, her voice shrill. "Or I'm calling the cops."
She lowered the phone and tapped several buttons.
"Who was that?" he asked.
"I don't know. Some weirdo. I thought I blocked him before but he must have gotten a burner phone or something."
Clay sat up straight. "Blocked him? Has he been calling you long? What does he say?"
Dylan looked up. "He keeps asking me why I'm hurting him and who you are. I have no idea who this guy is. I don't recognize either number or his voice. Hell, before I met you, it had been a few weeks since my last date and I never gave him my phone number."
"Dylan, you need to call the police."
"They couldn't do anything. I don't even know the guy's name."
"Yeah, but if he won't stop, even after you told him to, then you need to at least document it."
"How? I don't know his name, where he lives, or even his real phone number. They'll probably just tell me to keep blocking the numbers and telling him to stop calling and give them a call if he shows up."
"Doesn't matter. You'll have the paperwork to back it up if he escalates."
"I'll think about it."
"Dylan—"
"I'm not arguing with you about this."
"Dylan—"
"No. I promise I'll call the police if he calls again, but I'm not doing it right now."
"Dylan—"
"Clay—"
