“All communication should go through me from this point forward. If you need to talk to anyone, I’ll call whoever’s on watch.”
“Is your phone not trackable?”
“Not by anyone other than law enforcement.”
I smiled. “Show off.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. You hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Can you cook?” he asked, hopefully.
“Yep.”
“Do you like to cook?” he continued.
“Love it.”
“So...?”
I laughed. “Yeah, I’ll cook, Jax. Show me what we’ve got.”
I ended up making stir fry and we ate quietly as we listened to the sounds of a storm brewing outside.
Just as Jaxon cleared our plates, his phone rang and he frowned as he answered it. “Hey, Mia. Everything okay? Jesus. Don’t touchanything. Yeah, I’ll be there in a few.”
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I need you to stay here,” he demanded, grabbing his wallet and keys. “Do not open the door for anyone, keep the blinds pulled, and for God’s sake, don’t turn your phone on.”
I blinked back tears. “You’re scaring me, Jaxon. What the hell is going on?”
He stepped over to me standing by the island and slid his hands to my neck. “Someone killed Wendy’s cat.”
“The stalker?”
“I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I’m also not going to take any chances, so I need you to stay here until I get back.”
“What do I do if someone comes here?”
“Don’t open the door,” he repeated.
I bit my lip. “I don’t like this.”
He ran his thumb down my cheek. “I won’t be long.”
“What if there’s an emergency? If I can’t turn my phone on, I can’t call you.”
“If you’re really in trouble, turn your phone on and text me, then turn it right back off,” he instructed.
I nodded, and Jaxon leaned down to kiss me gently. “I won’t be long. Lock up behind me.”
“Okay,” I said, and he left me.
