Page 59 of Chasin’s Surrender

Not wanting to see the rest, but knowing he needed to, his thumb moved across the screen and his breath caught. The two of them were in profile. He had Genevieve’s back pressed against the passenger side door of his Charger, one hand on her face, the other on her waist. Her face was tipped up, his was tipped down, they both had on sunglasses.

Chasin remembered every word of that conversation. She was scared and he was reassuring her. They looked like two lovers caught in an intimate moment. And if some dick hadn’t taken the picture, he’d want that shit printed and framed. Genevieve looked hot with her long brown hair flowing over her shoulder, some of the shiny locks brushing her bare arm, some of it resting on her breast. The t-shirt was tight, and molded to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her shorts were the same—tight and damn sexy. The only thing the picture didn’t capture was her cowboy boots. Never in his life did Chasin think he’d find worn-out, beat-up boots sexy, but damn if on Genevieve they weren’t hot as fuck.

His eyes dropped to the bottom of the screen and his fingers enlarged the image, moving the picture around until he read the message. Bold block letters written in red marker, the words looked angry—probably because the person who wrote them was angry.

Unhinged.

Lunatic.

“Anything else besides these?” Chasin asked.

“Nope. But Holden’s moving in. Extra firepower in the house. Just to be safe.”

“What’s happening?” Genevieve asked.

Chasin’s thumb tapped the screen a few times, and without remorse, he deleted the death threat before turning to the side, finding Genevieve had moved closer.

“Come here, Evie.” He waited for her to step closer, then showed her the picture of her walking out of her uncle’s house. The one of her standing on the pathway to the driveway, only she wasn’t looking at the cars, she was gazing out over the water. It was his second favorite, she looked absolutely beautiful. But again, knowing that some deranged, sick-as-fuck dick took the picture made his stomach roil.

When she’d seen all there was to see, Genevieve’s head tipped back and she looked at Chasin. “He knows where I’m at.”

There was nothing to say to that. Indeed, the asshole knew where she was.

“He found me,” she whispered.

“Baby, I told you we knew he was gonna come here,” he reminded her gently. “It took Micky all of a five-minute internet search to find your connection to not only Kent County but that house. She didn’t even need to use any of her fancy hacking skills. Everything is fine. As a matter of fact, this is good, we want him close. You and Bobby are protected, he’s not going to touch either of you. But he’s gonna try, which means we’re gonna catch him. Trust us.”

“Then why is Holden moving into the house?”

“Precaution,” Weston cut in.

It wasn’t a lie, but Chasin still felt like shit for keeping something from her. The death threat wasn’t against Genevieve or Bobby.

The warning had been for Chasin.

Tell him to go or he dies.

A simple and to the point message—one that didn’t worry or intimidate Chasin.

“I’m headed back to the office. I’ll call you when we have more.”

Chasin heard the front door open, then close, but didn’t take his eyes off the trembling woman at his side as Bobby walked in.

“Evie.”

“I hate this,” she hissed. “I hate him.”

Bobby’s phone rang and Genevieve’s gaze cut to her friend before slicing back to him. “Why me? I don’t understand.”

Before Chasin could say there was no explanation as to why the freak had zeroed in on her, Bobby’s angry voice rang out.

“You need to back the fuck off, Melissa. I understand where you’re coming from, but now is not the time.” There was a pause and Bobby’s face scrunched in anger. In any other situation, Chasin would’ve laughed. Bobby looked like a miniature female version of the Hulk, the way her chest puffed and her body vibrated with pent-up rage. “What? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“What?” Genevieve snapped.

“You cannot be believed. This is such bullshit. You know what’s going on,” Bobby fumed, ignoring Genevieve.

“Bobby! What?”