“No, you said you saw me get out of Jack’s car. So you would have to have followed me down to the lobby and watched where I went.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. You’ve been acting weird, and it shows in your work.”
“You aren’t my superior.”
“Clearly. You treat your superiors much differently.”
That made bile rise in my throat. I was defending Jack and our relationship. But I was done being pushed around.
“You know what? My personal life is none of your business.”
She scoffed and mumbled a less than flattering name for me, as she walked back to her cubicle.
“He’s leaving the country to open the new resort, you know.”
I stared at Edith. I did know that a new one was opening, and figured Jack would be traveling, but surely nothing long term. Whatever Edith’s problem was, I didn’t want a part in it. It was clear from day one that she had a thing for Jack. I had a short time left of this job and summer to get through, then this would all be behind me and focus shifted back to where it should be. Moving forward with my life, in every sense of the word.
With Jack.
My father, Edith, or a busy schedule wouldn’t get in the way of that.
Chapter Eighteen
I jammed my key into my front door and unlocked it. It had been a long week, and thank God it was Friday. Maybe Jack and I could spend the weekend together.
I set my purse down, tossed my keys on the table, and stalled.
I glanced around my little house. It was dark. Harper wasn’t home, but a chill raced up my spine, because everything looked off.
“Hello?” I called out, staying by the doorway. No answer.
I took a deep breath and looked around. Paranoia was getting the better of me. But there were subtle things that weren’t right. My home felt like it’d had company, yet no outward signs would show that. Except for the rug by the door. Normally straight, thanks to Harper’s allergies to crooked things, it was off. Like someone had walked along it after we left this morning. The accent pillows on the couch didn’t look right either. I could have sworn the yellow one was on the left this morning.
“Hey,” Harper said, walking up behind me, and I jumped and screamed a little. “Whoa, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” She looked at me, then at the dark house. “Were you going to stand in the doorway all night?”
“Does the house feel off to you?”
Harper frowned and took several steps in, turning on the lights. “No. Why?”
I shook my head. “I feel like someone has been here.”
“Was the door locked?”
“Yeah.”
Harper quickly checked the windows, no break in, nothing stolen. “Everything looks fine to me.”
I took a deep breath. “I just feel like I’m being watched, or someone is messing with my life.”
Harper faced me and cupped my shoulders. “How long has it being going on this time?” she asked gently.
“What do you mean?”
“The paranoia, Lana. It’s getting worse. Are you having nightmares or panic attacks too?”
“No,” I cut myself off. “Well, a small attack recently, but there was a lot going on.” I had told Jack something personal, tied with my father and his annoying nonsense. “I’m just not feeling great. But, maybe I am a little paranoid.”
“Which you have every right to be. Brock is back in town. I’d feel shitty too. The guy is creepy, and with everything going on, I’m not surprised.”