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I nodded.

“He was right. They found the body of a lawyer who went missing a couple of days ago.”

“That’s awful. But what does that have to do with me having more than one stalker?”

“Well, first, she looks a lot like you. I should know. I, uh,” his eyes scanned the table where Nia and Jelly were hanging on his ever word, “got to know her when I was trying to stay away from you.”

I knew exactly how he’d ‘gotten to know her’. He’d told me that he’d requested someone who looked like me when he’d visited Cayenne. It was kind of flattering, but the thought of him with another woman still pissed me off.

But she was dead.

“Are you saying she was killed because she looked like me?”

“I mean, yeah.” He was very upset and agitated. “But there’s more. The other reason we know you had two stalkers is that a note was found on the body.”

I felt a chill wash over me. “What did it say?”

“It’s not so much what it said aswhoit was addressed to.”

I stared at him.

He looked away for a minute, as if he didn’t want to tell me anything else. Then he set his shoulders and looked me in the eye. “It was addressed to ‘Pretty Girl’.”

I gasped and my knees buckled. Jack grabbed me and pulled me to him before I could fall. He held me tightly and buried his face in my hair.

“What are we going to do?” I asked.

“We’re moving.”

“What?” I pulled back to look at him. “What are you talking about?”

His face was determined. “We’ll work remotely from my house in the Bahamas.”

I opened my mouth to protest but then closed it. I loved the house in the Bahamas. It had become my favorite place on Earth. Jack had taken me there to recover after I’d gotten out of the hospital. We’d been so happy there, so content, that we’d taken to going there a couple of times a month to relax and recharge.

“We’re already living there part-time,” I conceded. “I guess it wouldn’t be that hard.”

He shook his head. “Not at all. And it’s only a two-hour flight from Atlanta. Anything we can’t do from the Bahamas we can fly to West Bay to handle.”

Things were running well for my family in Crosston. My mom had come home from her ‘retreat’ a changed person. She’d happily handed over the business operations of the florist shop to my sister Hy, who’d graduated high school and enrolled in the local community college. Ola, a high school senior, helped Hy run things after she got home from school. Mom was perfectly happy to handle the more intricate floral design jobs and raise the triplets.

They hadn’t needed me to move home after all.

“Let’s do it,” I said, a huge smile on my face. “I love it there, and we’ll be away from any stalker drama.”

“We’ll stay there until they catch him,” Jack said. Then he pulled me close, kissed me, and said, “Or we might just stay there forever.”

That would be fine with me, too. As long as I was with Jack, I knew I’d be safe. And happy.

The End

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