Page 15 of Recklessly Yours

All the single ladies

Me: GIF of a bottle of wine pouring into Snow White’s mouth.

Me: I totally need this after this week.

Brittney: I can come out that way tomorrow night. Margaritas at Mamacitas?

Savannah: Oh, yes. They’ve got a new smoking hot bartender.

I rolled my eyes. She was ridiculous.

Kelly: Totally. Let’s do it. Jack is out of town this weekend.

Cece: Oh, bummer. Owen might be on shift again tomorrow, so I’ll be home with the baby.

Brittney: Have they not hired another full-time guy yet?

Cece: Not yet.

Savannah: Bring her!

Cece: Grace? To a bar?

Savannah: Why not? It’s not like she’ll be the one drinking.

Brittney: Rachel said she can come too. She’ll hold the baby.

Cece: Sarah?

Sarah: I’ll ask Jay if he can stay with Nora.

I setmy phone in the cupholder and pulled out of the parking lot. The moment I did, bright headlights shone through my back window as a car came out of nowhere. I didn’t remember seeing anyone else leaving the restaurant, but I supposed they could have come out while I was texting the girls.

With a shrug, I turned up the radio and sang along with Taylor Swift’s newest release.

As I approached a stoplight, it turned yellow.Crap. Wincing, I hit the gas and made a left turn. The car behind me sped up too and ran through what I had to assume was now a red light.

In a hurry much?

When I turned again and the car behind me did as well, a niggle of unease wormed its way through me. This didn’t feel right. Dylan’s voice echoed in my head, reminding me to take the possibility of a stalker seriously.

I was being paranoid, though, right? Letting the bossy detective and his paranoia infiltrate my mind like this?

A moment later, the car behind me revved its engine and sped up quickly, its lights blinding. With a screech, I jumped and clutched the steering wheel tight. Certain it was going to hit me, I braced myself. But the impact never came. I glanced in my rearview mirror, my whole body tense. The car, thank god, had backed off. I let out a relieved sigh.

But that uneasy feeling was even stronger now, and fear had the hair on my arms standing up.

What if I did have a stalker? And now he was following me back to my apartment?

“Hey, Siri,” I said. “Call…”

Shit. If I called Rhett, he’d give me a lecture on the dangers of online dating. Kyle had a very pregnant wife and two kids; I didn’t want to get him involved in this. Not to mention he’d stress enough for both of us. Not exactly what I needed right now. Dylan had told me to call if any more weird things happened, right?

“Dylan,” I finally said.

“Calling Dylan,” the automated voice responded. A moment later, the phone rang through the car’s Bluetooth.

When he picked up, I didn’t give him a chance to say more than my name before I said, “This is all your fault.”

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