“Don’t move,” I ordered. “And don’t touch anything.”
“Okay.”
I hung up. “Sorry, everyone. I’ve gotta head out.”
“Everything okay?” Kim asked.
“Not sure,” I admitted, and grabbed my jacket and keys, heading out the door.
* * *
Harmony
Istood frozen to thefloor in the middle of our hotel suite and tried to ignore the gift-wrapped box sitting on the table.
I was currently alone, although, I knew Butchy would be back shortly. We were running a skeleton crew, because he’d sent two of his men with Melody, and Billy and Graham went out for dinner. I had been enjoying an evening alone until Butchy offered to grab Chinese. I hadn’t had Chinese in ages, so he’d run out to grab something to eat at a local restaurant.
However, now I wasn’t really hungry anymore. Whoever was stalking Melody had left the box not long after he left, and I was just glad she was still out.
The peal of my cell phone pulled me out of my trance and I glanced at the screen. It was Agent Quinn. “Hi.”
“You need to buzz me up,” Jaxon said, and I nodded even though he couldn’t see me.
“I’ll come down.”
“I don’t want you leaving your room, Harmony. Just give permission for me to come up.”
“Oh, right. Okay. Um, hold on.” I picked up the room phone and gave the concierge what he needed to let Jaxon up, then I went back to Jaxon. “You should be good now.”
“I’m stepping into the elevator,” he confirmed.
It felt like it took forever for the sound of a knock to come at my door, and I virtually ripped it off its hinges as I pulled it open.
And promptly burst into tears.
“Shit,” Jaxon hissed and pulled me against him.
I fisted my hands in his shirt and sobbed into his chest as the past few months of stress flooded me. For the first time since all of this started, someone was listening to me and I hadn’t realized how much I’d needed that, until I’d decided to expel all the snot and saliva in my body on his shirt.
He slid a hand to my neck and squeezed gently, rubbing my back with the other. “I got you.”
“I was starting to think I was going crazy,” I whispered. “I thought I was overreacting.”
“You’re not overreacting,” he assured me.
“I didn’t hear anyone in the hallway. Just a knock on the door and then there was the...the package,” I hiccupped, pulling away from him. “I thought it was the concierge.”
“Okay. We’ve got security pulling footage from the hallway and the hotel’s moving your rooms.”
I shook my head and looked up at him. “We should move hotels, don’t you think?”
“It’s safer to keep you here where we can watch you.”
“I’ll have Butchy hire a couple more people.”
“Iwill take care of that,” he countered.
“You can’t think it’s him. He’s been with us for years.”
