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“Huh. Why didn’t I think of that?”

I sighed. It was a good thing, actually, that she hadn’t thought of it after the first weird text. Otherwise we would have no information to go on.

I couldn’t walk away until she understood that this could be dangerous. “Hattie.” I gripped her shoulder, squeezing gently. “You really need to take this seriously.”

She looked up at me. Her light blue eyes held a bit of uncertainty, but at least she gave me a slight nod.

“What did Randy find when he inspected the tire?” If someone was messing with her car on top of sending anonymous flowers and weird texts, then the police needed to be involved officially.

“He put a new rim on and said I shouldn’t have any more trouble. It’s been fine since then.”

I nodded. “If anything else weird happens—anything at all—call me, okay?”

She glanced back into the restaurant. “Everyone’s staring at us now. They’re going to think I’m lying about you not being the one who sent the flowers.”

I scanned the group. She was right, of course. Every person at the bar was watching us. Good. Let the town gossip. I’d love it if the stalker thought she was dating a police officer. Let him come after me.

Shit.My stomach sank. I’d need to talk to Rhett, and soon. I wouldn’t want him to hear from someone else that I was dating his sister.

“So you’ll call me if anything else happens, right?”

“Yeah.” She worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “I will.”

I couldn’t tell if she meant that or was just saying it to placate me. Regardless, I’d be looking into it.

Chapter Six

DYLAN

I leftthe conversation with Hattie feeling like my head would explode and worried that though she seemed to understand my concern, she still wouldn’t take the situation seriously. Yes, we lived in a small town without much crime, and maybe I was overly cautious—a byproduct of my career—but there was clearly something going on here. How had she not connected the strange texts and the flowers and maybe even the flat tire?

I slammed my carryout bag onto my desk with a huff.

Aiden, my partner, leaned back in his chair, eyeing me with apprehension. “Why are you so worked up?”

“You know the Williamses?” I turned and leaned back on my desk, crossing one foot over the other.

“Yeah.”

“The younger sister?”

“The one with the purple hair?”

“No.” Not sure how I forgot about Savannah. She constantly made her presence known. “The pretty one.”

Aiden cocked his head. “All the Williams sisters are gorgeous.”

Yeah, that was true, but neither of the other Williams women held a candle to Hattie. “Sure, but there’s something about Hattie that isn’t so in-your-face.”

He smirked. “Uh-huh.”

His tone implied that he thought there was more to my comment. But I had no intention of letting him in on my attraction to the off-limits sister. Last thing I needed was him giving me shit about it in front of Rhett. “Anyway, someone’s stalking her.”

“What?” He shot up straight in his seat, suddenly interested. “Stalking her?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. At least someone else was taking this seriously. I would feel less stressed about it if I knew Hattie would too.

“Next time lead with that information.” Aiden scoffed.

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