Shay came to a stop right at the entrance to the litter.
She laughed. “Yeah, same. I really hope it’s better than the last one. That guy was so weird.”
Weird?
I watched in slow-motion horror as the cat turned around, giving me its ass.
No.
He then proceeded to take a shit.
Right beneath my nose.
“Found it!” Shay said. A few moments later, she left.
I heard the lock click and quickly fell out. I sprawled on the floor, face up, staring at the ceiling. It would take years to get the smell of cat shit out of my nostrils. Generations from now my great-great-grandchildren will still smell it.
The cat ambled out and sat next to my face, licking its paw.
I swore the fucker gave me a smug look.
My gaze drifted beyond him to the door.
Date?
This girl was going to fucking end me.
chapter
twenty-four
SHAY
Okay, so maybe playing mind games with a potentially dangerous stalker was not the hallmark of good decision-making. I should be at home, packing for my unexpected conference.
But I got a weird little thrill in my blood knowing he knew my location. He knew where I was and he could see my every move. Right now, he knew I was on a date with another man.
Ball of uncontrolled sexual chaos.
So he stalked me.
So I liked it.
“See something you like?” my date asked, drawing me out of fantasy and into reality.
I glanced at the menu. We agreed to meet at a small restaurant—which turned out to have barbecue only. Even the salad had meat in it. I sighed. It was my fault. I should have checked the menu.
“Maybe just drinks,” I said, setting the menu down.
“I like your dress,” he said.
Since I wasn’t borrowing from Lithie, I’d opted for the only date-worthy dress I owned. A black, floor-length spaghetti strap, with a cutout in the middle that made it sexier.
My date wore a hat, jeans, and a windbreaker.
Calder had looked expensive. Tailored.
I shook my head. Since when had I—the girl who wore the sameThe Universe Exploded into a Billion pieces and All I Got was Consciousnesstee every day in undergrad—cared what someone wore?
