“Grace’s stalker is out of jail. He was supposed to be in a mental facility but walked out the front door,” he almost growls.
Shit.
“What do we do?”
“Stay off the radar until the premiere tomorrow.
Make sure no one knows where you’re staying.
Keep everything off social media and out of print.
From this point on, anything you do needs to be scheduled by someone hewon’tknow—and it shouldn’t be in writing.
Both of your phones were checked for spyware before you left, but I don’t want to take any chances.”
“We’ve been doing that,” I sigh. “I have someone here that can schedule everything for me.”
“Keep it up.
I have everyone looking for this man, and hewillbe taken back to the facility—it’s court-ordered.
We’ll push to get the police involved and have his sentencing changed, since he’s not abiding by the probation.”
“Okay, thanks for the update,” I tell him.
I hang up the phone and look back at Grace.
The last thing I want to do is ruin our perfect little bubble of tranquility here, but I can’t keep this from her. I can’t keep her safe if she doesn't know he’s out.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Andrew walked out of the mental facility. As far as we know, he doesn’t know where you are.”
She gasps, tears welling up in her eyes as she turns and takes a few steps away.
“I’m not going to let him get close to you. No one in the village will tell him where we live either. We’re in the safest place possible.”
“I should have known that the other shoe would drop.”
“Nope, we’re not going there. We’re not dropping into the negative, okay?”
She nods slowly. “Okay.”
“We have the premiere in London tomorrow night. I understand if you don’t want to go now, but it would mean a lot to have you by my side.”
“I wouldn’t miss that. I don’t want Andrew to win and if I’m hiding from the world, he certainly does.”
“You up for another red-carpet event, then?”
She bites her lip, pretending to consider it. “Well, I guess I can handle it. As long as there’s no surprise fan club mob.”
“Oh, there will be. It’ll be a sea of flashes and microphones, questions shouted from every angle. But if anyone can handle it, it’s you.”
“You were made for that life, it seems.”
I tilt her chin up gently, meeting her gaze. “You belong there with me.”
The next day,we’re London-bound on the private jet. I can sense her excitement, even though she’s trying to play it cool.