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“W-w-was that-? I mean is it ok that I-?” He’s stammering.

I sit back on my heels.

“Brody, that was more than ok,” I assure him. “But if you want it to be our secret, I’m ok with that.” Sophie wouldn’t hold it against us, but I won’t push.

He closes his eyes and shakes his head while I stand. My own erection is still very obvious, even in the dimly lit kitchen. Before I can turn to hide it, Brody’s eyes widen.

“Should I-?” He motions with his eyes and I smirk.

“You’re not ready for that.” I shake my head. “Get some sleep. I’ll take care of this.” I quickly brush his lips with mine in a gesture I pray isn’t too far. Brody’s face breaks into a smile.

“Thank you?”

“Is that a question?” I laugh. Now that the tension has lifted and the air is a little lighter, all I want to do is smile.

“Thank you.” Now it’s a statement.

“Go to bed.”

35

Sophie

It’s happening more. The little notes that Caleb leaves on my front door, on my windshield, even on the back door by our little patio that’s accessed through the office. I don’t know what Brody has been doing or if his little programs are helping at all, but Caleb just became bolder.

The note on the driver’s seat of my car stares at me while I clutch my purse in fear. I have forty minutes to get to Janey’s place, but I’m frozen. If he got into my car, why hasn’t he tried harder to get into my home? Kicking down our door and then running was a good scare tactic, but that was weeks ago now.

My mouth is dry as I dial Brody’s number. He answers on the first ring as if he’s been waiting for me to call.

“Hey, Soph,” he answers. I can’t speak. “Sophie? Sophie, what’s wrong?”

“C-Caleb.”

“Is he there?” There are faint keyboard clicks in the background.

“No, he-” I swallow and try again. “He left a note in my car.In my car, Brody.” Tears well in my eyes, spilling over seconds later.

“Hold on, Soph.” He’s still typing away.

“What is going on?” I whisper. My voice has all but left me.

“I’m checking something.”

“No, Brody, I mean- What-?”

“He’s gone,” Brody sighs. “Sophie, he left it over an hour ago.”

What the fuck?

“H-how would you know that?”

“Let me come over. I… I need to explain face to face.”

“I have work,” I choke out, my mind racing.

“You and I both know you’re not in any state to film.”

He’s right.

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