I blew out a breath.
“Do you want to see him again?”
My throat constricted. I didn’t know the answer to Julian’s question. We were interrupted by the blare of my cell phone. I took another sip of my wine and strolled to my purse.
“Excuse me,” I said to Julian. “Hello,” I answered putting the smartphone to my ear.
“Desiree!”
“Santana? What’s wrong?”
“Oh thank God you’re okay. Where are you? You need to get to a safe place now!”
I glanced at Julian.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’m safe,” I said. “What’s going on Santana?”
“Someone broke into my house. We’re being stalked!”