She climbed into her car to drive home, oblivious to the sedan that pulled out right behind her.
Dylan had decided to spend the rest of the afternoon going through her old dating profiles, looking at pictures of men she'd been matched with or gone on dates with, even if it was just one.
Clay was right when he said this man felt like he had a relationship with her. They had to have met at some point. Surely men didn't fixate on random strange women.
Except for serial killers.
Though Dylan had read enough books that she doubted a serial killer would be calling her and sending her messages before he attacked her.
Shit, now she was freaking herself out even more.
No, she'd met this man before. She knew it in her gut.
She only wished she'd gotten a better look at him when he was in her house. Or she'd been brave enough to try and knock him out.
This could have all been over if she'd been a Valkyrie like Sylvie.
She never noticed the sedan that glided to a stop at the curb as she pulled into the driveway.
As soon as she got into the house, Clay called out, "Is that you?"
"Depends on who you're expecting. If it's your other girlfriend, you're gonna be disappointed."
Clay's head appeared in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room. "Oh, it is you. Good. I was worried my other girlfriend didn't get the message you were coming home soon."
Dylan rolled her eyes and walked over to give him a kiss. She wrapped both arms around his neck and really put some heat behind it.
When she pulled her mouth from his, Clay's hands grasped her waist to keep her close.
"Not that I'm complaining or anything, but what brought this on."
"I talked to Veronica at Mystical Matchmakers today. She was asking if I wanted to continue their service or cancel."
His grip tightened briefly before relaxing again. "And what did you say?"
"I told her I'd get in touch if we broke up, but for now, I didn't need the service."
He scowled down at her. "What?"
She laughed, which made his expression relax. "I told her to cancel my membership." Dylan poked a finger at his sternum. "And I happened to ask her if she'd made the same call to you."
"Nah. I canceled my membership when I realized you were the one."
Dylan blinked up at him. " The one as inthe one? Or just the one for right now."
"The one," he answered, putting the same emphasis on the words that she had. Then, he kissed her again. "I fucking love you, okay."
"Are you always going to say it like that?" she asked.
"Like what?"
"I fucking love you? You can't leave out the expletive?"
Clay shook his head and laughed. "Apparently not. Is that all you have to say about it? I haven't brought it up because you looked like you were about to faint the first time I did."
Okay, so they were definitely going to do this right now.
Dylan took a deep breath. "Things between us have moved so fast. I'm worried that we're getting swept up in the surge of emotions you get when you're in the early stages of a relationship. Once that fades, I'm scared that you won't feel that way about me anymore."
