Page 42 of Conner

“Let her finish her breakfast first,” said Conner, his hand still on her knee rubbing it gently.

After she was done, they all loaded up into Cash's truck and went to her apartment. The jitters were bubbling up inside of her. She’d been living with that anxiety since she got that weird email, but those jitters had turned into straight anxiety when she realized that he knew she was here.

They pulled up to her building. Sasha got her keys out of her clutch, and they walked into her apartment building.

“I still hate that people can just walk into your building,” Conner scoffed.

“The lock broke last week.”

“And they haven’t fixed it yet? What are you paying rent for?” He grumbled.

“Believe it or not, I don't make quite as much money as you.”

“I know, I'm just saying. It could be safer.”

“I agree, let's just get what I need.”

The three of them climbed the stairs to her apartment. She unlocked the door, and they went in. This week she had finally finished unpacking so her apartment was actually put together.

“Do you need any help?” Conner asked.

“No, I just need to figure out what I need and pack. You guys have a seat, I’ll get things together as fast as I can.”

When she got into her room she looked around. Something was off. She couldn't figure out what. She went to her dresser and all the pictures were there. Everything was just like she had left it, but something didn't feel right. She pushed away that thought and started to pack. She went to her closet and got out two bags. Her suitcase for road trips and bigger bag to take a few more changes of clothes. She was hoping this would be done soon, but right now she didn't know, and Sasha wasn’t exactly known for being low maintenance.

As she opened her closet, she once again felt like things had been touched and moved around, but everything was in its place. She tried to ignore the feeling as she shoved things in her bag. She grabbed what she needed from the bathroom before finally going to the living room to pack up everything she needed for work.

“Okay, I think I got everything.”

“You sure? It looks like you could need another bag,” Conner joked at the amount of stuff she had.

“Shut it, McPhee. This doesn't just happen,” she said, gesturing to herself.

He smiled at her as he picked up the bag. Cash took the other and Sasha grabbed her work bag before they headed back down to Cash's truck. When they made it back to the hotel where the gala had been held Sasha's car was alone in the giant parking lot.

“Keys,” Conner said, extending his hand to Sasha.

“There's something on the windshield,” Cash pointed out.

And sure enough there was. It was a rose and a note. Sasha's heart was pounding in her chest.

“Stay here,” Conner almost growled at her. And that was just fine, she had no intention of getting out. First Conner took a picture with his phone. Then he took the note out from under the windshield and glare covered his face as he came back to the car.

“What do you want to do, Sasha?” he asked. “Should we call the police?”

“Is it him?” she asked, feeling like she was going to spin out.

Conner nodded.

“No, let's just get back to your house. I’ll talk to Hillary on Monday, and we’ll figure it out from there.”

“Are you sure?”

She just nodded. Conner tapped the hood of the truck. “Get her home,” he said to Cash. Cash nodded to him and put the truck into gear.

Once they were on their way back to Conner's Sasha was trying to stay in control, but it was hard. Her hands were tightly fisted in her lap, and she was focusing on her breathing, trying not to cry.

“Are you okay?” Cash asked her, concerned behind his eyes.

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