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“Sandwiches.” I reach for my apron and tie it on.
“Girl, you waste your lunch break with eating,” Sharla says, shaking her head. “You need to take him home and give him a lunch break to remember.”
I blink in surprise, but when I think about it, it’s not a bad idea. Not bad at all. Maybe I’ll suggest we have lunch at home tomorrow, and I’ll surprise him.
I don’t even have a chance to check my list for what’s next when my phone makes the noise it makes when my house alarm goes off.
Scowling, I pull the phone out of my pocket and stare at the screen. Yep, the alarms are going off, and it says that someone was on my porch.
Immediately, I call Chase.
“Hi, sugar,” he says in my ear. “What’s that noise?”
“My phone. My house alarm is going off, Chase. And the app says someone was at my door.”
“I’m headed there now.” I hear him flip on the siren. “You stay at work, Summer.”
“Like hell, something’s happening at my house.”
“Please, stay where you are.” His voice has that edge now, just like that night when we came upon the accident. “I’ll call you as soon as I know anything.”
He hangs up, and I blow out a breath. “I do not want to stay here.”
“It’s your house,” Sharla points out and shrugs a shoulder. “You have the right to go.”
“But you might be in Chase’s way, especially if something nefarious is going on,” Ida adds, shaking her head.
“Nefarious?” I laugh, shaking my head. “I doubt it. I’m going to go check it out. I never agreed to stay here.”
“He’s going to be mad,” Ida whispers, but I grab my keys and bag and head out to the car.
There are three squad cars in front of my house when I pull up, and Chase’s eyes find mine when I jump out of my vehicle.
“I told you?—”
“It’s my house,” I remind him. “And I’m not in danger because you’re here. What’s going on?”
His mouth flattens in temper, and he looks away from me, shakes his head, and then props his hands on his hips.
“Chase? What the hell is going on?”
“Someone threw a rock through your living room window,” he says. “It shattered the glass.”
“What?” I move to walk to the house, but he stops me. “Chase, this is bullshit. Let me in there.”
“It’s a crime scene,” he says, holding me where I am on the sidewalk. “You can’t go in there, Summer, not until we investigate what happened.”
“Chase.” I stare up at him, feeling completely helpless as my hands start to shake. “Someone shattered my window. On purpose.”
“It’s definitely on purpose.”
I search his hazel eyes. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“There was a note attached to the rock.” He rubs his hand over his mouth. “Summer, I don’t think?—”
“What did it say?”
“Summer.”
