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“Then he can explain if and when he’s ready.” Milly looks over my shoulder and frowns.
I turn to see the man in question looking sheepish.
“I’m ready.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
SHOCK
I sneakout of the party early and head home. I’m still getting used to my new routine. Not working should sound relaxing, but for a workaholic, it’s hell.
I pull up outside my little bungalow and frown.
There are multiple packages on the porch. I shake my head as I approach, wondering if I have a new mailman. I haven’t ordered anything in weeks.
I’ve been spending most of my time at the clubhouse. It’s been days since I came home.
I bend down and scoop up as many as I can before juggling them in my arms and unlocking the door. I toss them on my couch and turn to grab the rest, along with the mail hanging out of the little box by the door. I kick the door closed and turn on the hallway light.
I take off my boots and go to my bedroom. I strip and take a shower before coming back out to see what the fuck all that stuff was. The face mask I put on cracks when I smile at my mother’s handwriting.
At least three of these are from her.
The rest have no return addresses on them. I pull off the tape and look inside the first box. It’s a bottle of perfume. More importantly, it’s a used one.
“What the fuck?” I place it on my coffee table and rip one the next one.
A half-burned candle is inside, and my hands start to shake.
I put the box down slowly and looked around my house. That candle was on my counter the last time I was home. I walk into the kitchen and see it’s gone, but a vase of white roses is sitting where it was.
I run to my room and grab my gun. I slowly come back out to the counter and get closer to the flowers. I see a note and carefully pull it out to read.
I miss the way you smell.
I gasp and drop the card.
That perfume was one I also owned and wore on special occasions. Someone has been in my house. Rummaging through my shit because that bottle was buried in the back of my makeup drawer.
I pick up my cell phone and call Glitch.
“Where are you?” I roll my eyes.
“Home, and I got here to a bunch of little surprises.” I walk over to the last box and tear it open.
“Lacey, someone was in here messing with my shit. They packed them up like little presents and left them outside with the mail. They left me flowers with a creepy note, too.” I pull the tissue paper out of the box and curse when I see a pair of my panties in this box.
“Why the fuck are you still there? SPARK!” Shit.
“Lacey, you bitch. I’m fine.” I take all the boxes and throw them in my trash.
“No, you are not. You got someone following you around town, and now they broke into your house.” I go back to my room and pull on a pair of sweatpants.
“We don’t know if it’s the same person.” I cringe after I say it.
“Oh, that’s fucking better. Multiple stalkers.” I nod, dropping my rope to the floor.
“Yeah, that argument sounded better in my head. Do not send the calvary. I’m getting dressed and heading back to the clubhouse.” I pull a shirt over my head and get the face mask all over it.
