Page 316 of Trick or Stalk

Penny's entire ass starts wagging.

I look down at her. “Oh, don't you fucking dare.”

She whines.

“That's the man you're supposed to protect me from.”

Her tail moves faster.

“Seriously?”

She scratches at the window.

“You are the worst guard dog in Vermont.”

Penny sneezes.

“Don't take that tone with me.”

My phone buzzes on the coffee table.

I don't need to look. I already know who it is.

Still, I walk over and pick it up.

Psychopath: Do you see me?

I smile.

Months ago, those words would've sent me racing for the locks.

Now?

They send a delicious thrill through me.

Me: Unfortunately.

Three dots appear.

Psychopath: Liar.

I glance toward the window. He's still there, watching. Waiting.

Me: It's twenty degrees outside. Normal boyfriends knock on doors.

His response comes immediately.

Psychopath: You didn't choose a normal boyfriend.

Fair.

Me: I question that decision daily.

Psychopath: No you don't.

Cocky bastard.

I look toward the window again.