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I’ve hadthis feeling all day.
Like I’m being watched but not.
I know it doesn’t make sense, but I can’t shake it.
It’s unnerving. I didn’t notice anyone out of the ordinary in Sweet Temptations today. No one stuck around longer than normal or gave me a creepy vibe in any way. I checked all my security feeds, and nothing was out of place. But I still can’t shake it.
It’s Saturday night, and I’m in my pajamas, ready to curl up on the couch with the new show on Netflix that Belle and the girls have been talking about. Belle’s sister-in-law, Nattie, told me it was a must watch. She warned me that it was steamy, but I could use a little steam in my life.
Gotta get it where I can.
My alarm is set. I know I’m safe. I know I’m paranoid too. But I just don’t know what to do about it, which frustrates me beyond belief.
Add to that, for reasons that I don’t quite understand, I wish Sam were home.
Knowing he’s close calms me, but I’ll never admit that to him. I refuse to allow myself to depend on anyone. I refuse to need anyone. This kind of life doesn’t leave room for that.
So I soak in the calm where I can.
A few of his crew stopped in today for coffee.
I hate that them being there helps me feel safe, but I have to admit it does.
George would be so disappointed in me. He taught me better.
I’m a stronger woman than this.
As if I produced him from thin air, my phone vibrates with an incoming text from Sam.
Sam:I should be home tomorrow night. I need to see you.
Amelia:Well, hello to you too, Samuel. How’s your trip been? I’ve been fine. Thanks for asking.
I’m not in the mood for his demanding bullshit tonight.
But I wouldn’t say no if he were home.
Sam:Sorry Snow. It’s been a long few days. I was supposed to be flying home tonight, but it got pushed back to tomorrow. You free tomorrow night?
Amelia:It’s Sunday. I’m done after the morning rush and Lyla’s closing for me. My plans consist of laundry, cleaning, and watching the Kings game.
Sam:Good. I’ll be over after I get home.
Amelia:Sir, yes Sir!
Sam:I could get used to that.
Amelia:You wish!
Sam:Goddamn right I do.
Sam:How’s your weekend been?
Debating how to answer him, I go with honesty.
Amelia:I’ve had the strangest feeling all day. Like someone’s watching me.
The text bubbles stop and start a few times, but then nothing.
