Just then, the police officers came in and Cal started talking to one of them while the other spoke with me, recapping what happened.

“Do you know of anyone who’d want to break in or hurt you, Miss Case?” the officer asked.

Yes, I did. But they couldn’t help me beat him.

~

“They were looking for something,” I said to Aunt Bea, who handed me a cup of tea and sat right next to me on her couch. “The police don’t know what it was, but all my books and the small desk in the corner of the living room were messed up.”

“Did they take anything?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Not that I can tell.”

“Thank God you were there, Cal,” Bea said, looking at her nephew, who was pacing the floor. It had been a long night. By the time we wrapped things up with the police, it was dawn. Cal had packed me a bag and brought me straight here.

“I disarmed the alarm,” he mumbled. “So, it was actually bad I was there.”

“You heard what the police said,” I defended. “Some people will mess with alarms to get them to chirp so they get turned off. I would have done it eventually.”

“That also means someone is watching you and waiting.” He shook his head. “It’s that fucker step-brother of yours.”

Yeah, I thought that too. Problem was, we had no evidence, and we both knew it. Someone has been messing with me for a while. I’d thought someone had been in my home a couple months back. But what did they want? If it was Brock, looking to hurt me, wouldn’t he have come straight to my room?

I shook my head.

“He wants something.” I just didn’t know what. “Or he’s just trying to keep me scared.” Which he was doing a bang up job of at the moment. I was scared. But also mad. Not to mention, Cal had been a ball of fury for the past twelve hours.

He looked at his watch. “Shit, I’ve got two on, so for the next forty-eight hours, you’re staying here,” he said to me.

“Yes, I already made up the guest room,” Bea agreed.

“Thank you.” Normally, I wouldn’t want to be scared out of my home, but Cal was furious. I was actually scared, and didn’t want to be alone. Especially when I had a feeling this mess ran deeper than I was aware of.

I followed Cal out to his truck, and before he opened the door, I grabbed his hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you and go out the window like you said.”

“My concern right now is you and your safety.”

“I appreciate what you did and…” I looked at him. “I ran after you because it was just instinct.”

He cupped my face and kissed me softly. “Yes.” Another soft kiss. “Don’t ever do that again.”

He got in his truck and pulled away. Forty-eight hours. I had class and was staying with Bea. In the meantime, I needed to focus on what the hell was happening in my life. And why someone insisted on messing with me.

Chapter 20

It was late, and after helping Bea clean up from dinner, we sat in the living room. The same brown shag carpet stretched the entire length of the house, and the small coffee table in the middle of the room had a couple chips and dings on it. I looked closer, it also had what appeared to be crayon and marker. This house probably looked exactly how it did when Cal was growing up. And that thought comforted me.

“You want to talk, honey? Today must be weighing on you.”

I nodded, loving that she was so supportive and took time to chat with me.

“It’s more than that.” I had my final meeting with my advisor tomorrow to take my thesis proposal to the board for approval. Then the real work would begin. Not to mention Cal and Jack, and my brain was not cooperating.

I just kept replaying those three words in my mind: You are mine.

They both had said them to me.

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