“It’s gotta be somebody I know.”
“Yeah. Jason.”
I wipe a clear spot on the glass door and give an exasperated sigh, and he rubs a towel over his wet hair.
“Most stalkers are previous partners, Kelly.”
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I haven’t used that word yet.Stalker.It makes the whole thing seem more real—scarier. I don’t want to have to deal with this. It was so easy when I could mark the problem as spam and delete it. Out of sight, out of mind.
“You really think it’s a stalker?”
“You’ve been harassed for over a month by somebody leaving strange messages, and now they just left the same message in person. The behavior is escalating.”
It’s so invasive. “So now what? Do I go to the police?”
My question is met with dead air, and I rinse the conditioner from my hair.
“Logan?” I prompt.
“I don’t see why we need to involve the police . . . I’ll take care of it.”
Frustrated and tired, I shut off the water in a huff. “How? You don’t even know who it is!”
He speaks with a level tone. I don’t know how he can be so chill right now. He holds a fluffy towel in front of him when I exit the shower and wraps it around me. Next to the sink, he’s already set out a clean shirt for me to wear to bed. I shouldn’t have snapped at him, he’s just trying to help.
After I finish drying off, I brush my teeth, then slip the shirt over my head, pulling my wet hair from the collar, andget started on my skincare routine. I’m too tired to dry my hair tonight—I can deal with everything else in the morning.
“I’ll find out who it is,” he says, his voice low and lacking emotion. “And I’ll take care of it.”
He says it like he’s got no problem making someone disappear.
I laugh, following him out of the bathroom, then draw back the covers to the bed. “What, are you gonna kill him?”
He doesn’t laugh with me. He doesn’t even blink. His glare is dark and calculating, as if he’s gauging whether to lie to me. The sheet is limp in my hand as I study the shift in his character.
“Would it scare you if I said yes?”
I open my mouth to sayof course—that’s how a normal person should respond to a question like that—but stop short because . . .I don’t know. “You aren’t a murderer.”
“No, but I won’t hesitate to bury a problem if it keeps you safe.”
His gaze softens slightly, and he climbs under the covers, looking like my Logan again. I take off the shirt and settle in next to him, not wanting anything between us. He hauls me into his side, and goose bumps rise on my skin. I’m unsure if they’re from the loss of heat after my shower or caused by the words he uttered like a promise; regardless, his body is comforting and warm.
I nuzzle deeper into his chest and close my eyes . . . trusting him.
I’m not sure what time it is when I wake up the next morning, but the sun is much higher in the sky than it usually is. We must have needed more sleep than I realized; even Odin is still snoozing on his cushy dog bed, flopped on his back with his legs in the air.
I’m still not comfortable letting Kelly go back home alone. I can’t believe she didn’t tell me about the guy at the expo. I should have paid better attention to who had their eyes on her this past weekend. My stomach turns to think that even with her at my side for most of the weekend, someone was lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to step away so they could get close to her.
My tense muscles soften against the mattress at the sight of her sleeping form next to me. Curled up on her side, she looks so small and vulnerable. Her chest expands in a relaxed, even rhythm. Peaceful. Her glossy black hair and inked body contrastbeautifully against the crisp white sheets. Rolling onto my side, I prop myself up on an elbow and smile at the stunning sight before me.
I trail my fingers over her bare shoulder and rib cage, stirring her, and she rolls onto her stomach. Crawling over her, I hover on all fours and sweep her hair to the side. Dipping my head, I ghost my lips over the nape of her neck. I work slowly, planting soft kisses down her spine. She stretches her arms above her head, arching her back slightly.
When I reach the dimples above her ass, I trace each one with my tongue, and she hums a raspy moan, proof she has the ability to seduce me in her sleep.
I figured after the paperwork was signed I would feel more at ease, but with a stalker on the prowl, I won’t relax until I put a stop to him. I’ve been on high alert ever since hearing that another man was watching her, as if she was a target—as if she was something he could take from me. Kelly is my wife, and mine to protect. Her stalker will soon find I’m not just her hunter, I’m also his.
I don’t need the police, I need resources. I need time. This is personal.
