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“I don’t know. All the calls come from blocked numbers. He and Dylan put traces on my old cell phone, but the man never called. How in the world he’s able to get my new numbers, I don’t know.”
“Doesn’t sound harmless to me.” Lucas’s blood was boiling. Phoebe might not be his anymore, but she still was his to protect, no matter what their current relationship status. “Tell me exactly what the creep said to you.”
“He called me ‘baby’ like he always does.”
His gut tightened. “And?”
“He uses some kind of voice-masking device. He sounds more like a sci-fi villain. I can’t recognize who he is.”
That was going to make it harder to identify him. “You think you know him?”
“Shouldn’t I?” Phoebe shrugged. “Why would he be stalking and calling me if he never met me before?”
Phoebe was the best at deduction in the entire town, which made her the perfect attorney. But with some psycho gunning for her, Lucas wasn’t about to let her be alone. “What else?”
“I told him to stop calling, but he wouldn’t hear it. He even told me to have fun at the party tonight. How did he know I was coming to the O’Learys’?”
Lucas scanned the room. Is the bastard here? Is the fucker watching her from some dark corner? “With everyone in costume, the stalker could be anyone. Time to get you out of here, Phoebe.” He stood up and offered her his hand.
Phoebe looked unsure. “Shouldn’t we wait for Ashley to come back before we leave?”
And give the creep more time to watch her? No way. “Text her. She always has her cell and iPad with her. She’ll understand. Besides, once she learns I’m spending the night at your place, I’m sure she’ll be fine with us leaving without telling her.”
“You sure are taking a lot for granted, Mr. Wolfe.” Phoebe placed her hand in his, allowing him to help her up.
“I’ll sleep on your couch, but I’m not leaving you alone tonight. Understand?”
Phoebe gave him a cute salute, like Ashley had done earlier to her. “Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Three
Phoebe opened the door to her home.
“Stay here,” Lucas said, removing his fake beard and toga, tossing them to a chair. In only his jeans and T-shirt, he looked formidable, ready to take on any attacker. “I’m going to check your place out.”
“Why?” she asked, closing the door. “There’s no sign of a break-in. I had to use the key. Aren’t you being a little overprotective?”
“With you? I can’t help being cautious. You stay here,” he repeated in the commanding voice she remembered from long ago.
She shrugged. “Okay.” She took a seat in her plushiest chair.
Lucas brought out his gun. Like most Destonians, male and female, he was always armed. She peered into her purse at her own weapon, “Lady Equalizer.”
Lucas went through her house thoroughly. All three Wolfe brothers had been in the military. He had been in the Army, Mitchell in the Navy, and Jason in the Marines. She’d never asked the three why they’d chosen different branches to serve in. Didn’t have to. She had a good idea why. They were so different from one another. The Marines fit Jason to a tee. Rules. Regiment. He loved structure more than any man she’d ever known. Mitchell was drawn to the Navy for the adventure. Lucas, the middle of the three, was a blend of the other two in many ways. The Army had been good to him.
/> Lucas returned to the living room. “All clear, Phoebe. I checked each closet and under every bed. Nothing. I even made sure every window was locked. They are. The place is secure.”
“I really do appreciate this.” Her nerves began to settle down some. “So glad we have been able to remain friends.”
“You know we are more than friends and always have been. Always will be.”
She shook her head. “Lucas, let’s don’t go there.”
“Go where? It’s the truth.”
She needed to change the subject. “How about a glass of wine?”
“Wine?”
