Talia implied he wasn’t going to sleep with her last night. And he was at my house late. I can’t do this dance again. I can’t keep beating my head against the same wall and hoping for different results.
For whatever reasons, Wyatt doesn’t want me. That should be the end.
“We’re here, Miss Sara,” Brandon says.
“Thank you.” How long was he parked before he told me?
“Are you going out again?” He meets my eyes.
“Not tonight.” I slide out of the car, walk up my steps, and open the door. The alarm begins its beeping so I wave to Brandon and duck inside. After I turn off the alarm, I head into the kitchen, almost forgetting that Peabody is at the sitter’s.
My head is not on right. I just want to change into pajamas and stuff myself with junk food and romance shows. I pull up the pizza app and order a medium on the way up the stairs.
When I open the door to my bedroom, I freeze. Every drawer, every surface has been tossed onto the floor. I back into the hallway.
My phone is in my hand and without a second thought, I dial a number.
“Yeah?”
“I need you.”
“Are you safe?”
“I don’t?—”
“Sara, are you safe?”
I turn and run to the hallway bathroom and lock myself in. My hands shake. “Come quick.”
“I’ll be there. Two minutes.”
Chapter 21
Just-in-Time
Dante
I’m out the door with Sara still on the phone. I can hear her panicked breathing. Sweat rolls down my body, but the gym is only a few blocks from her townhouse. I don’t hesitate to run over there. On the way, I notice the cell must have disconnected.
She wouldn’t call me unless it was an emergency. But it wouldn’t matter if it was just a spider in her bathtub, I’d still come running for her. Though from the tone of her voice, it was something far worse than a spider.
I punch in the code for the door and fling it open. “Sara!”
The alarm is set so I walk to the panel to stop it from beeping. I glance around to see if anything is off. Anything that would make me think someone was still in the house.
Lifting my phone, I redial her number.
“Dante, I’m upstairs in the hallway bathroom. Someone was in my room.” Sara’s voice is quiet, like she’s whispering into the phone.
Fuck, if Wyatt hadn’t been a dick to her, that camera would still be there and we could have checked out the playback to see who it was.
“Are they still here? Did you see someone?” I grab an old baseball bat out of the umbrella stand.
“I didn’t see anyone. Please hurry.”
“I’m here, pip. I’m coming.” Putting my phone on speaker in my short’s pocket, I make my way through the first floor. “Where’s Peabody?”
“Pet sitter.” Her voice is small and tinny, but I hear it.
