“I need to tell you something.”
He sits up and I prop up on the headboard.
“Lennon was being threatened. She had a stalker.”
His brows furrow. “What do you mean? I mean, you both have had some less than friendly fan mail at times. You’ve both been in the spotlight at different times.”
“I found notes and they’re bad.”
Dash jumps up from the bed and starts to pace. “Why wouldn’t you have told me?”
“You mean why wouldn’t she have told you?” I ask.
He raises a brow at me before returning back to pacing.
“I don’t know why she wouldn’t tell you. Why I wouldn’t if I’m her. Maybe I thought I could handle it, or…I don’t know. It also looks like Hendrix was about to propose to London.”
Dash stops and stares at me for a moment before scrubbing his hand down his face as his chin dips toward his chest.
“No wonder he wanted to believe you were London so badly.”
“You mean like you want to believe I’m Lennon,” I say.
His shoulders drop. “Did anything click when we made love?”
“Yeah, I’ve never felt a connection like that before. It was incredible. But you have to understand it still doesn’t mean I’m Lennon, Dash.”
He ignores me. “So, where are these notes?”
“Before I show you those, there’s more,” I say quietly, knowing he’s going to be so pissed at me.
“What else could you have found in the few hours you were alone?” he asks.
“I got a text from an unknown number, and it seems it was also from Lennon’s stalker.”
His eyes go wide. “Excuse me, what?”
I nod. “It said he knows who I really am. I think it means he has our necklaces, because he stopped after he caused thewreck and took them to hide who we were. Think about it. If we have nothing that would set us apart from the other except those necklaces, it makes sense and it means they know intimate details about us.”
He gawks at me with his mouth wide open in disbelief.
“Why didn’t you call me immediately? And why would you leave without telling someone or at least taking your phone?” he demands, angrily.
“I dropped it and forgot to pick it up. I was checking that the doors were locked and closing the curtains because I felt like I was being watched…and I was.”
He doesn’t appear to be breathing when he asks, “What do you mean you were being watched?”
I swallow hard, unsure how to soften the blow I’m about to deliver. “I turned for the kitchen and the back door was wide open, and I found another note on the counter.”
“What!” he shouts as his chest rises and falls rapidly.
He scoops his jeans off the floor and pulls them on. Then, he pulls his cell phone from the pocket. “We need to call Jimmy. He needs to know what’s going on.”
He points at me. “Congratulations, you never get to be alone again. At least, not until this asshole is behind bars.”
“While you speak with your police friend, I need to check in with Hendrix.”
Dash furrows his brow but steps out of the bedroom to talk to Jimmy.
