“What’s wrong? I figured you were looking for Cole when you messaged.”
I heave a sigh and place the drinks on the coffee table before flopping down on the sofa beside him.
“It’syouI was looking for, actually.”
He stares at me silently, an impassive look on his face as he waits for me to continue.
“I need to talk to you, and I need whatever I’m about to say to not leave this room. I need your help,” I murmur and squirm in my seat. Nerves filling me as I gear myself up to spill all of my secrets. “Please.”
He contemplates me for a moment before nodding slowly and I blow out a breath before telling him everything.
And I mean everything.
I don’t hold back anything, knowing Noah would never judge me and his expressions change as I explain my predicament from shock, worry, anger, and pure unadulterated fury—it’s strange seeing the usually so put together, levelheaded one of the group so emotional, but it makes me feel better knowing that he cares so much about me. By the time I’m finished, I’m almost shaking in relief at having someone else know everything that’s been happening lately.
Especially it being Noah. Out of all my brother’s friends, he’s probably the one I’m closest to. Don’t get me wrong, I love Harley and Logan, but sometimes I just feel like Noah understands me more than they do. Hell, he probably gets me more than my own brother does.
“So, will you help me?”
SEVENTEEN
NOAH
Panic.
That’s the only feeling I could muster up as Gracie walked into the cottage and how the fuck I managed to act so nonchalant in the face of things, I have no idea. I thought for sure that she had figured it out. Why else would she be coming here knowing the rest of the guys aren’t here?
I had honestly expected her to march into the theater room guns blazing and ream me out for what I’d be doing.
But that didn’t happen.
No, instead, she confided in me about what I’d—sorry, about what her super crazy and creepy stalker—has been doing.
Shame on him, how dare he do that to her?
So yeah, I was fucking panicking. Panicking over nothing, it seems.
Because now?
Well now, I’m fuckingdelighted.
Things couldn’t have worked out better for me.
Holy shit, it’s taking everything in me not to grin like a lunatic right now. Jesus, it’s honestly been hard not to laugh at the absurdity of this entire conversation.
This is absolute perfection.
I couldn’t have dreamed up a better scenario if I tried.
I wanted to find a way to keep her close and feeling safe, and well, I guess I have found a way to do that.
Correction,shewas the one who came tome.
All of my efforts have finally come to this, and it couldn’t have worked out more beautifully.
What better way to get close to her than to protect her from her scary stalker?
Who better to protect her from the guy stalking her than… the guy stalking her?
