“I left my phone—” War broke off at seeing me with his cell.
“It beeped. I realized you’d left it behind and was bringing it to you.”
He took the device from my ice-cold fingers, and his mouth tightened at seeing the message. With a few moves, he deleted it.
“Who is that?” I asked, rubbing my freezing hands on my sweats, freaking out for him.
“No one important—”
“War. Stop. Please, I’m scared for you. That sounded like a threat.” I knew sports stars had stalkers, and God knew what else.
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t be. Probably some crazed fan.”
I didn’t like that he would dismiss this so casually. “Why would they say that?”
“Because my beginning isn’t like yours, Blue.” A tick worked in his jaw. “I…” He glanced out to the foyer, then back at me, and his expression hardened. “I come from trailer park trash.”
Like I cared about that. “So? You need to block them.”
“I did.” His mouth thinned. “I changed my damn number, too.”
“This happened before?” I breathed.
A terse nod. “A couple of months ago.
And somehow, they managed to get to him again.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe—”
“They’re not afterme! War, you need to report this!”
“Whoever it is probably wants me to take this to the cops so that my trashy beginnings are broadcasted in the tabloids. Like I care. I’ll see you later.” He stalked out, his harsh words ringing in my ears.
By the time I got my feet unglued and hurried to the door, he was gone.
Dammit. War might dismiss it, but this had my stomach in a knot.
I paced to the window wall, rubbing the goosebumps on my arms. Whoever this was, the way they worded the message made me think they wanted money.
Pay up, or else his past would be splashed in the newspapers for the world to know about.
So what if he lived in a trailer park as a child? It wasn’t his fault where his life started, but he’d moved away from it and made something of himself through hard work and broken bones, I was sure. The little I’d seen of it, hockey seemed rather violent, and the players moved like lighting on ice.
Uneasy at this new problem, I headed for the bedroom to do some work.
Whatever this was, I hoped War would talk to me. I wanted to be there for him like he’d been for me when he found out about my mother—
My cell beeped with a text. War?
My heart careening in my chest, I hurriedly removed my phone from my sweats pocket. Disappointment surged even though I was happy to hear from my friend.
Ila:Just checking in after last night. Are you okay?
I flopped on the bed and typed back.You threw me to the wolves!
Ila:But what a wolf he is.And numerous drooling images appeared.
I rolled my eyes.I was so embarrassed. Ray sent me the pic of me, head on the table!!
