Page 85 of Chasin’s Surrender

“So he knows it’s the uncle’s house?” Chasin asked, ignoring the threat.

“Yep, and he knows she’s in town and not living there. Knows who you are and what you drive. Saw you walking into the office, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s trying to run the address to see what comes up.”

“He won’t find anything running the address,” Holden cut in.

“No, he won’t, but if he runs Chasin’s plates, he will.”

“He’ll get my name and a PO box. Not worried.”

“Well, I am. The fucker had you in his sights. Don’t know how close he was, but just him seeing you is too close. You don’t leave this property without someone at your back.”

“Wes—”

“Seriously, Chasin. You wanna be around to make that woman fill that hole she’s got, you don’t take any risks. Chances are, he’s an obsessed pissant without the skill or balls to take you out. But there’s still a chance and we’re not fuckin’ taking it.”

Chasin thought about Genevieve’s pretty face, open and honest, telling him he was filling a hole of unhappiness she’d always had. Weston was right; there wasn’t a damn thing worth risking having the honor of showing her happiness.

But it was still a pain in his ass.

“Fine,” he acquiesced. “We need information on Bent Bromley.”

“Yeah, I was thinking about that,” Holden started. “Since he just happens to be in town when another package was delivered, I think he should come in for a meet. If Genevieve’s up to it, they can meet in the office. We get a print and run it against what we have.”

Chasin hated that idea but it was a good one, a necessary one. They’d either rule Bent out so they could move on, or they’d have the asshole who was terrorizing Genevieve and her nightmare would be over.

24

“I am so over this shit,” I complained.

The guys had come back in, we had breakfast—the conversation was light and friendly, no mention of stalkers or me getting ready to have a mental come-apart—then Silver, Dylan, and Weston had taken off, Holden had gone back to his Airstream, and Bobby was in the shower. Chasin and I were upstairs in the bedroom, and he’d just finished telling me that during their talk, the guys had decided they wanted me to meet with Bent at the office.

He locked the bedroom door and turned to face me when he replied, “I know you’re over it. We’re getting closer. He’s desperate and screwing up. We have prints from the first package and Alec’s dusting the new one.”

“I know you’re doing everything you can. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bitch.”

“It’s okay to be scared.”

But it hit me, I wasn’t afraid. Not since I’d met with Gemini Group. No, that wasn’t right, not since I’d met Chasin. I was freaked out when I’d come to Kent County, and yes, there’d been a tingle of fear when I thought about someone fixating on me. I wasn’t stupid, I knew there were crazy people in the world, and I knew having a stalker was dangerous.

“I’m not scared.”

“Evie—”

“I’m telling the truth. I’m not. I know you’ll protect me. I know Holden, Nixon, Weston, Jameson, and Alec are all working on finding him.”

Chasin’s face got that soft look I was seriously addicted to.

“Baby,” he whispered.

“I’m annoyed. I’m pissed he’s screwing with my life. But I am not scared he’s gonna get me. I know you won’t let that happen. So, really, I’m just bitching like a spoiled brat because my life is being disrupted when I should be more worried that Bobby’s is, too, and all of you guys are putting in overtime to find him. McKenna’s pregnant and she’s spending hours at her desk. That’s not cool.”

Chasin’s lips curled up into a grin and he shook his head. “Don’t worry about Micky. Nix tried to get her to take time off and she flipped her shit. She said she was pregnant, not an invalid, and if he mentioned her quitting one more time, the baby she’s carrying will be an only child. Since Nix wants ten of those little fuckers, he wisely has kept his mouth shut. Micky loves her job, she’s good at it, and she’s smart. She knows when to rest and she wouldn’t push herself and harm her baby.”

“Nixon wants ten kids? Sweet baby Jesus. I feel sorry for McKenna’s vagina.”

“Never say that to me again,” Chasin choked.

“Y’all don’t like the word vagina?” I teased.