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Morgan folded her arms over her chest and glared at Georgiana. “I don’t need a babysitter twenty-four hours a day.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Blayze hissed. “Do you want this guy to do something to you, Morgan?”
She snapped her head over to glower at her brother. “Of course not. Ryan will be here, but he doesn’t have to be here constantly. There are a lot of people coming and going from the shop during the day.”
“I’ll be here during the day too,” I assured Blayze. “If nothing else happens, I’ll head back to the ranch when the store opens.”
He studied me with worried eyes. “Ryan, I can’t ask you to do that.”
Smiling, I replied, “You’re not asking.”
Brock let out a weary sigh. “If you’re able to stay here with her, Ryan, that would at least make me feel better.”
“Me too,” Lincoln said, standing up. She smiled at me and squeezed my hand.
“I’ll be in town for a while, so I can stay if Ryan needs to head to the horse ranch occasionally,” Hunter said.
Morgan shook her head at her younger brother. “You don’t have to step away from the riding circuit, Hunter. I would never ask you to do that.”
He nervously looked at Brock and Lincoln before he said, “I kind of broke my ankle.”
“What?” we all said at the same time.
“You broke your ankle and you’re walking on it?” Lincoln asked as she rushed over to her son.
With all the focus now on Hunter, Blayze made his way over to me. “You sure about this?” he asked.
“I’m positive. Dad will understand. You know how much my parents adore Morgan. If I need to go to the ranch for any reason, I’ll make sure she’s not alone.”
Blayze glanced over at his sister then looked back at me. “Who in the hell could it be?” he asked, keeping his voice quiet. “She literally got home from college a couple weeks ago.”
Lowering my voice as well, I asked, “Has she ever mentioned anyone doing anything like this to her at school?”
He shook his head. “Not to me. And I know for a fact that if she’d mentioned anything to Rose or Georgiana about this, they would have told me.”
“Maybe since she’s been back, she’s caught the eye of some nutcase.” I immediately thought of the guy in spin class the other day.
Blayze rubbed at the back of his neck. “Possible. She’s been at the shop nearly every single day. Could it be someone working on the crew?”
I looked at Morgan before focusing on Blayze again. “I guess it’s possible, but hell, Blayze. You and I know most of those guys.”
“Most, but not all of them. I’m going to talk to Marcus, the contractor. I want to make sure he’s done a background check on every single one of the guys working for him on this project.”
All I could do was nod. Then my gaze caught on something. “The flowers.”
“What?” he asked.
“The flowers that someone sent to Morgan when she first moved in. What if the same person who did this sent her the flowers?”
He pulled out his cell. “I’ll call the florist right now.”
As Blayze made his way into the guest bedroom for privacy, Morgan walked over to me. “What was all that whispering about?”
“Blayze is calling the florist to see if they have a record of who sent you the flowers.”
“Don’t bother, I already did. They said the person paid over the phone with a Visa gift card and didn’t leave a name.”
My stomach lurched. “They paid with a gift card?”
Morgan nodded, the fear returning to her eyes. “At the time, I didn’t think anything of it, but now…Ryan, do you think it’s the same person?”
Pulling her into my arms, I held her tightly. “I don’t know, sweetheart. But don’t worry. As God is my witness, no one is going to hurt you.”
She fisted my shirt at the waist, then let go as she looked up at me. “Thank you for staying with me. I didn’t really want to be here alone, but I also don’t want whoever did this to think they have any control over my life.”
Brock walked over, and Morgan stepped out of my arms. I instantly missed her warmth but tried not to let it show. “I got a call from the alarm company,” Brock said. “They’re on their way to add some cameras to the stairs.”
Morgan chewed on her thumbnail. “Good. Good. That will be great.”
Blayze walked back into the room and when our eyes met, he shook his head.
“Morgan already told me they paid with a gift card,” I said.
Blayze cursed under his breath as Brock glanced between us. “What are you two talking about?”
Jerking my head toward the flowers, I answered, “The anonymous flowers that Morgan received. The person who sent them paid with a Visa gift card. Blayze and I were thinking it might be the same guy.”
