Nothing had ever crossed the line to law-breaking. He was just an anonymous person who spent an obsessive amount of time focused on Jules. It wasn’t even that scary, just bizarre. Except coming on vacation had crossed a neon line.
“It has to be one of the photogs Sloane works with,” he said. “I’ll tell Dean to dig into that.” Rhys typed a message to Vivian and Dean even as he couldn’t see why this was happening now.
Vivian immediately called him. “What the actual fuck is happening down there?”
If only he had that answer. “That’s what I’m asking you.”
Jules grabbed her sunglasses and hat. “I’m going to check on Abigail. I want to make sure no one’s bothering her.”
“There’s zero chance you’re going without me.”
“Then let’s go.”
He snagged her hand and punched the key-shaped button on the door’s keypad to lock the door behind them.
Chapter Twenty
Abigail said she was still nauseated after an attempt to drink coffee, and she simply wanted crackers, sleep, and to be left alone, though she’d stopped throwing pillows long enough for Jules to give an update on the flowers and weird guy from the morning.
She stared at Rhys. “What’s going on? This is… weird. Like, not scary. Not even creepy. Just pathetic.”
“The guy from this morning was scary,” Jules countered.
“Okay.” Abigail nodded. “But that it wasn’t even him.” Confusion crept onto her face. “Is someone just screwing with you?”
Rhys kept his arms crossed and tried to reassemble everything he knew about Retire Guy into an answer, but he just shrugged. He didn’t have more to share with the sisters.
“Not to downplay the weirdo from this morning,” Abigail said, “but this doesn’t really seem like a huge problem. You’ve had angry, delusional people try to break in. That’s a problem. Momand Dad had that batshit lady obsess over them for years. That was a problem. But someone who wants you to take more naps? And stop working so much?” Abigail arched an eyebrow. “You do work a lot.”
“Abigail.”
“So do we leave?”
“Absolutely not,” Jules huffed.
“Do you stay inside all day?”
“Of course not.”
Abigail smiled like she was about to sneak into a secret stash of candy. “Good. Unless you guys are gonna make out or something.”
Jules rolled her eyes, spinning away from her sister. It didn’t sound like a bad plan. Not that she’d tell Abigail.
“We’re leaving. Be vigilant.”
“Aye, aye.” Abigail saluted Jules.
Rhys pushed his lips together to keep from smiling. “She’s right. Don’t answer the door for anyone you don’t know.”
“And here I was going to throw a party while you two—”
“Abigail.”
“Have dinner. Hike the trails. Pet a dolphin. Take in a show. What did you think I was going to say?” She grinned.
Jules flushed. “I’m going to pack up most of my stuff and leave it by the front door. Someone from the resort will move it to a different bungalow. Then you can have this one all to yourself.”
“For my wild party, while you two don’t make out.”
