Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Sky plates the food and carries it over to the table. She points me toward it. “Dig in.”
She brings over two more plates, and I’m about to ask her who the third plate is for when the back door opens.
I stand up, pull my gun from my waistband, and have it pointed at some young guy carrying a stack of pink boxes. I see the Sweet Temptations logo as the boxes fall to the ground.
“Oh my God, Zach, what are you doing? Put the gun down!” Sky screeches at me.
I tuck it back into my waistband. “A strange man just walked in your back door. How did the door get unlocked? Who is this?”
I’m glowering at the man that just walked into Sky’s house like he has every right to be here.
Sky starts to walk over to him, and I loop an arm around her waist. “Who is he?” I demand.
I know I’m being an asshole. Sky jerks from my hold. “Zach, you have to chill out.” She walks over to him, and my jaw is so tight it feels like it’s going to break. “Terry, I’m sorry about this neanderthal. Are you okay?” She looks at me. “You could have killed him.”
I glower at her. “If you don’t take your hands off him, I still might.”
The man is gasping, hand over his chest. “Oh my God…” He points at me and wiggles his eyebrows at Sky. “He spent the night?” He pulls his phone out and starts typing.
“What are you doing? What’s he doing?” I ask them both.
Sky puts her hands on my chest to push me back toward the table. I could easily resist her, but I let her lead me away. “He’s texting his wife.” She looks at the man. “Are you texting Janie?”
He finishes typing. “You know I am. We saw the live last night. She’s going to flip.”
Sky takes a deep breath, and it’s obvious she’s completely irritated with me right now. “Zach Campbell, this is Terry Stevens. He’s my assistant.”
I freeze. “Your assistant? He works for you?”
Sky shakes her head. “We work together. He keeps me organized.”
Terry sits down at the table, laying his phone next to his plate. He picks up the fork and starts eating. He moans and then points at the plate with his fork. “You always fix the best eggs. Do you have any more of that apple butter you made?”
Skyler laughs and opens the refrigerator. “Janie still have you eating low carb?”
Terry groans. “Yes, and it’s killing me.”
She puts down a jar of apple butter in front of Terry and then sits down next to me. They start to talk, ignoring me, and I know she said Terry is married, but I hate the closeness that Terry and Sky obviously have.
I interrupt their conversation and point between the two of them. “How did this happen? How long have you been working for Skyler? How—”
Sky reaches over and puts her hand on mine. Then, as if she just realized what she did, she pulls back quickly. “He’s fine, Zach. Logan did a whole background check on him when I hired him.” She looks at Terry and points a thumb at me. “This one takes his job a little too seriously.”
I open my mouth. I’m about to tell her that this is more than just a job to me but quickly shut my mouth. I need to keep this as professional as I possibly can, and I’m finding it’s going to be damn near impossible.
I turn to Sky’s assistant. “What’s your take on the stalker?”
Sky starts to choke on the eggs she just took a bite of. I reach over to pat her on the back, and when she’s calmed down, I keep my hand on her.
Sky shakes her head. “I don’t have a stalker.”
I lean toward her. “Honey, he’s definitely a stalker. Just in the few emails and messages I’ve seen, it’s obvious he knows your every move.” I sit up a little taller. “He had flowers delivered to your house.”
Terry, with a mouth full of bread and apple butter, mutters, “He had flowers delivered? Here?”
I nod and pull out my phone. “I need your cell phone number, address, full name, date of birth—”
Sky cuts me off. “How about his blood type and first born?”
She’s trying to joke, but I just level her with a look. “That would be great.”
She points a finger at Terry. “Look, Terry checks out, and I’m not going to have you—”
Terry interrupts us both. “Hello. I’m sitting right here.” He turns to me. “Do whatever you need to do. Just keep her safe.”
I nod, giving some respect to Terry. “Thanks.”
Terry shrugs and points between Sky and me before asking her, “So, uh, you going to tell me what’s going on with you and Zach here? I mean, you know when I go home, Janie’s going to ask.”