I'd do well to remember that. Staying out of politeness was easy. Leaving when you weren't comfortable? That was something I might have to work on.
I was about to reply when a knock sounded on the door.
"I have to go."
"Okay, I love you." She blew me a kiss.
"Love you too," I said before hanging up the call and putting my phone down to step over to the door.
I slid the chain off and unlocked it.
"Forr—"
Before I could open it, the door flew inward.
CHAPTER 4
SABLE
"What the hell?"
I staggered back a few steps but managed to stay on my feet. Lucky for me I hadn't put shoes on yet. If I was wearing heels I would have fallen right on my ass.
A man stood in the doorway, dressed from head to toe in black.
If this was Forrest's way of picking up a date…
He slid a knife out of the back of his pants.
"I told you you'd be seeing me, didn't I?" His voice was a low growl, part gravel, part animal.
My pulse ratcheted up.
"What do you want?" I managed to keep my voice from shaking.
"What do I want?" He stepped deeper into my apartment, stalking toward me. His eyes piercing through the holes of what looked like a Halloween mask. The kind with a smiling skull. Leering. Menacing.
"I want revenge," he said.
"I think you might have me confused with someone else." How was my voice so light? My palms were starting to sweat. "Ithappens. People make mistakes all the time. If you turn around and leave, I won't tell anyone." Keeping secrets was becoming a habit.
"I'm not leaving," he said, continuing to move toward me. "I don't have the wrong person. I know exactly who you are."
"To be sure, you should tell me who you think I am," I said. This could be an honest mistake. It had to be.
He took another step forward. "Why would I do that? I didn't come here for a conversation. I came here because of what you did."
What had I done? I didn't remember accidentally kicking anyone's puppy. I didn't drive, so this wasn't about an unpaid speeding ticket. Not to mention the fact this was an extreme reaction to something so minor.
Maybe he was a neighbor who heard my music and didn't like it after all? Again, an overreaction, but some people were sensitive to things like that. I could have woken him from a deep sleep, or interrupted him mid-orgasm. From the sound of him, that kind of thing would piss him off.
"You're really going to have to elaborate." I took a step back, trying to think what I had to hand, that I could use as a weapon. A couple of couch cushions, my e-reader. My piano wasn't far away, but I wouldn't be able to pick it up and throw it at him. The stool, maybe?
"You think playing dumb is going to save you?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm not playing," I said. "I honestly have no idea why you're here. Who are you?"
I didn't think he was going to give me his name, address and telephone number, but a hint wouldn't hurt. If I could figure out what I'd done, or apparently done, we might be able to resolve this without any bloodshed.
