Page 68 of David's Love

His smile fades.

“Why would I stalk you, Liz?” he asks, his intonation suggesting something might not be right with me.

That sets me off.

“Stop playing games with me,” I bark. “I saw you following me. You were in this car.”

I point to his ride.

“It was the same car,” I say again.

He crashes back, softly shrugging a shoulder.

“Maybe it happened that we were on the same road. Look around you.” He makes a gesture, a bit provocative and arrogant. “There’s a ton of people in cars like mine.”

I slap my hand against his car.

“There’s no need to be a jerk with me.”

He laughs.

See?

I knew it.

And now I know that I’m right.

He’s followed me.

But why?

“Have you been at my house?” I drop on him, and his laughter ends abruptly.

He looks at me like I’m crazy, but no matter how good he is at fucking with me, I still can see a hint of perverse amusement in his gaze.

Staring into my eyes, he speaks monotonously.

“I have no idea where you live. And I only met you once at that club. What the fuck is wrong with you, woman?”

He peels his eyes away from mine and starts the car before backing up.

I watch him with dismay as he moves away and takes a different route so he doesn’t have to slide past me.

And now, I’m absolutely convinced he was at my house that night. A chill rushes down my spine.

Why would he do that to me?

Was that a coincidence?

No, fuck now.

There’s no way it was.

Does he have a crush on me?

Of course he doesn’t have a crush on me.

I suck in a deep breath and let out a long exhale.

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