Hazel
You’re not funny.
Dexter
Then why did you laugh?
I start typing out a defense when my fingers stall on the screen. Tingles spread across my shoulders.He wouldn’t…but then, how did he know I laughed?
I look around the room again, searching the shelves of the bookcase and the corners of the ceiling.
Hazel
Did you put cameras in my house, Flynn?
Dexter
Yes.
My hand tightens around my phone and I’m pressing the call button before my brain can communicate to me just how bad of an idea that is.
Rule #1 of being stalked: Don’t call your stalker.
Flynn picks up on the first ring.
“Hazel.” The way he says my name shudders through me—which is because I’m cold and so not because the deep timbre of his voice makes my bones melt.
“You can’t put cameras in my house, Flynn,” I hiss.
He doesn’t respond so I keep going. “It’s illegal. It’s immoral. It’s intrusive and rude and—” I break off and screw my eyes shut. “And you don’t care about any of those things.”
“I care about you,” Flynn says.
“If that’s true, you’ll tell me where the cameras are.”
“Bedroom, kitchen, living area, your old room, front and back door,” Flynn rattles off the locations like he’s ticking off a list with his fingers.
I grip the phone tight and trace my eyes over the room, searching the shelves and the desk by the door for anything out of place. “Turn them off. Please.”
The line goes quiet. “Okay.”
I blink. “Uh, thank you.”
“Want to hear a joke?”
I hang up and drop my phone on the bed. Then I stand in the middle of my room trying to figure out what just happened because that was way too easy. Why would he agree to just turn the cameras off? He could be lying I guess or…
I snatch my phone back up, my heart kicking into overdrive.
Hazel
What are you doing right now?
Dexter
Walking to your place.
Hazel
