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I’d make sure her ex never came anywhere near her again.

Chapter 19

Lexie

Icouldn’t seem to stop shaking.

“I know it’s hard, Lex, but you should call the police. Make sure there’s a record of this.”

“I don’t want to?—”

“I know,” he said softly, cupping my face in his hands. “But you need a restraining order now that he knows where you work.”

I swallowed hard. Oliver was right. I needed to keep myself safe.

I pulled out my phone and called 911, letting them know I’d been harassed and giving them the address of the bar.

Oliver decided to shut down the bar for the night, sending everyone home, and not a soul complained. Krista gave me a quick hug as she left, even Raoul giving me a sympathetic look and a little wave.

“Everything’s going to be all right,” Oliver repeated, rubbing my back in comforting circles, and I felt glad that he was with me, glad that he protected me.

Reese Cunningham, the sheriff’s senior lieutenant, was the first to arrive on the scene.

“My ex has been harassing me,” I said quietly. “And he knows where I work now. I would like to get a restraining order.”

Lt. Cunningham asked me about a million questions, but in the end, it all boiled down to Dick’s full name, last known address, and full physical description.

He then spoke to Oliver for a long moment while I went inside, drinking some soda to try and settle my stomach. It didn’t work very well. I felt nauseous, my nerves on edge from the incident with Dick.

“I’m going to keep you safe from him,” Oliver promised me after we finished up with Lt. Cunningham and got into his truck. “He’s not going to find out where you live.”

“I appreciate all your help, Oliver, but you don’t have to do all of this?—”

“Of course I do.”

He dropped me off at the cabin and watched me go inside, staying in the yard for a long time before pulling out, presumably to pick up Trent.

I didn’t feel great being there alone, but I knew he’d be back shortly. I went to the couch to lie down, my head pounding, my stomach rolling.

God, how had he found me?

Dick had walked right up to me, and all I could do was stare, shaking.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, dressed like a whore?” he demanded to know, and I realized right away that he was drunk.

Dick didn’t drink much, but when he did, he was a totally different person.

“You’re coming home,” he said brusquely, and grabbed my hand. That’s when I screamed.

Oliver had come out of the office like my knight in shining armor. Thank God he’d been there, because Dick may have tried to pull me out of the bar and into his car. God only knows what would have happened then.

I already knew that Dick wasn’t the guy I’d originally thought he was. But I’d never thought he was dangerous. However, after his appearance at the bar and seeing the look in his eyes, I was beginning to think differently.

I took in deep breaths, trying not to throw up, but I ended up hugging the toilet anyway.

I woke up the next morning overwhelmed by nausea. I had a shift at the grocery store and I knew there was no way I was going to make it. After another bout of hugging the porcelain, I called Agnes. She picked up on the first ring.

“I think I ate something that didn’t agree with me,” I said slowly, trying not to throw up again.

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