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“Iknewthere was something going on,” Sophie exclaims. “You’ve been skittish and jumpy for days. Why didn’t you just tell me? I could’ve had Owen come over and check everything out. I don’t like this, Greer. I don’t like you being by yourself and all this creepy stuff happening. Maybe you should come stay with us for a while.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shake my head. “No, I’m not doing that. This is why I didn’t want to tell you. I knew you’d overreact.”
“I heard my name,” Owen says, walking up with Mack in tow. “And who’s overreacting?”
My eyes immediately zone in on Mack, and the fact he’s wearing swim trunks that show off his incredibly toned thighs. After our interactions at the field, it’s starting to feel normal running into him, but I wasn’t ready for a half-naked Mack in swim trunks.
Now that he and Owen are hovering, I palm my forehead, wishing I had waited to say something to Sophie or maybe not said anything at all. “Nothing and no one,” I mutter, wishing them away.
“Someone is messing with Greer and she’s trying to play it off like it’s nothing, but I’m not going to sit around while my best friend ends up on48 Hours. You need to take this to the police.”
“What are they going to do with a cryptic email and a post-it note, Soph?” I ask, catching Mack’s intense gaze from where he’s standing beside Owen. I was hoping he wasn’t paying attention, but he definitely is, and I can’t tell if he’s annoyed or pissed. Regardless, the scowl on his face is making me uncomfortable. “I already feel like I’m making a bigger deal out of this than is necessary.”
Owen chuckles, obviously trying to diffuse some of the tension that’s settled over our previously Zen area. “Who’s messing with you, Greer? Is it that dick you were dating?”
“No,” Sophie and I say in unison.
“Well, at least, I don’t think it is,” I add. At this point, I don’t know who is doing this or why, so I guess, technically, it could be anyone. That creepy sensation I felt leaving Neutral Grounds the other day slides back up my spine. The idea that anyone could be doing this and they could be watching me right now, it freaks me out.
“Tell her she should stay with us,” Sophie tells Owen.
“No,” I insist, standing with my wine glass. “I’m going for a refill. Anyone else want anything?”
I’m just met with worried stares, not just from Sophie, but Owen and Mack too.
CHAPTER EIGHT
MACK
After Greer escapesinto the house, Sophie and Owen begin to talk about the conversation we walked up on. From the sounds of things, Greer has a stalker, and I feel an intense urgency to help her.
I would be pissed if any woman was being harassed and stalked, but the fact that Greer’s been targeted rouses an irrational anger in my gut.
“Do you think one of the guys would play with her like that?” I ask Owen in a low tone, looking around and all the people in the backyard. “They do like to fuck with newbies.”
His brows fold into harsh lines as he follows my gaze. “They better not.”
“I don’t think it’s one of them,” Sophie says, pulling her long blonde braid over her shoulder. “I’m trying not to worry, but something tells me it’s more than that. And if it was one of the guys, I think they’d be leaving something lewd or about how hot she looks on camera.”
“You’re probably right.” Owen’s attention returns to his fiancée. “What did the emails say?”
Sophie shrugs. “She didn’t say anything other than they freaked her out. There was a note left on her car too. And last night she thought she heard someone at the door of her apartment. She’s living alone right now. Her roommate recently moved out.”
Fuck.
I don’t like the sound of that.
While Sophie and Owen continue to discuss, I slip away and follow the path Greer took into the house, finding her at the kitchen counter with her back to me, as she watches everyone through the large window.
“You okay?” I ask quietly in hopes of not spooking her, but no such luck.
Greer jumps and clutches her chest.
“Sorry,” I say, raising my hands in surrender. “Just wanted to check on you.”
She shakes her head. “It’s fine… I’m fine really.”
“They’re right, you know?” I tell her, walking over to join her at the counter.
