Page 49 of Her Devoted HERO

Ice slithered down her spine. “How did you get my number? How did you know where to send me flowers?” Her voice rose.

The phone was taken from her hand, hazel eyes blazed at her.

“Who are you?” Austin demanded of the caller.

“Answer me!”

“Answer me!”

Austin looked at the phone in his hand and turned to Kenna. “What was that about?”

“What do you mean ‘what was that about’?” She snatched the phone back from her son and looked at the number. It said it was unidentified. Dammit. “What the hell were you doing, taking the phone out of my hand?” she demanded.

“You were upset.”

She put it up to her ear again, but the caller had hung up.

She looked up at her son. He had acted like a protector. She got a melty feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Austin slid open the sliding glass door. “Dex!” Austin called out.

All melty feelings faded.

“Yo!”

“Come here,” Austin yelled.

Dex came inside. Austin did a chin tilt, and Dex closed the door. Seriously. What the hell? They were communicating with chin tilts?

“Mom just got a crank call that totally flipped her out. Apparently, he’s even sent her flowers.”

Two sets of eyes turned on her.

“Kenna, what the hell is going on?” Dex asked.

“I’ve been getting hang-ups, and lately they’ve turned to actual calls,” her voice trailed off.

“What’s this about flowers?” Dex questioned, his voice hard.

“I got flowers sent to me at Rosalie’s house.” She bent to her purse and pulled out the card that had come with the flowers. “I’ve been asking around at the hospital, trying to figure out who had sent them. I knew it wasn’t you because you’re not a ‘T.’ Your middle name is Anthony.” She paused and looked at Dex, her eyes widening. “Shit, I didn’t think. You don’t go by Tony, do you?”

“How did you know my middle name was Anthony?” he demanded.

“Buddy ran a report on you.”

There was a long pause as Dex assessed her. “Okay, we’ll table that for a later date. No, I don’t go by Tony. In the meantime, we’ll talk about the fact that you’ve been getting calls and flowers from somebody, and you haven’t told me or the police.”

“Why would I do that?” she asked, confused.

“I don’t know,” he said sarcastically. “Maybe because one of your good friends was just murdered?”

Kenna gulped. Shit. She hadn’t considered that.

“This is probably just some whackjob,” she hedged.

“My point exactly.” Dex’s voice was grim.

She opened her mouth again to disagree and then saw her son’s white face.