Page 49 of Rescued by a SEAL

“Eric was here,” she said, wiping away the tears streaming down her face. “I guess he went to my apartment first—I’m not sure. But he showed up ten minutes ago saying he missed me. Telling me to come home with him. Then right as he was leaving, he said that I needed to keep the bed warm for him.”

“Son of a bitch,” Mason muttered. A string of curses followed. “We need to file a restraining order. Having at least one police report of him trespassing is a start, but you need to document every time he shows up. Everywhere. Daytime, the middle of the night, your workplace. All of it. We can get security footage from your apartment and Anchors if we need to. Hell, we’ll pull footage from the damn traffic cams. We’ll tell the police all the times he’s come over harassing you, and the way he threatened you. I swear to God, sweetheart, I won’t let him touch one hair on your head.”

“I know,” she said, hastily swiping away the hot tears that continued to roll over her cheeks. Her breath hitched. “I know. I just—I’m scared.”

“Hell, sweetheart, I’m on my way. Please don’t cry. I’m just leaving base, already in my car, but I’m heading right over there.”

“To Anchors?”

“Yes. He’s not still there, is he?”

“No, he left. A group of guys at the bar saw him talking to me and asked if I was okay. I think they scared him off.”

“He might be back later on,” Mason said. “Let’s talk to your manager, too, and see if they can keep him out. Once you have a restraining order in place, he’ll be required by law to stay away. But we should talk to everyone working at Anchors to make sure he stays out.”

“You’re right. Shoot,” she muttered, glancing over at the bathroom room.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m working. I’m carrying around an order I took ten minutes ago—I was supposed to put the order in with the kitchen.” She blew out an exasperated sigh. Glancing in the mirror above the sinks, she saw dark circles under her eyes from where her makeup had run.

So much for waterproof mascara.

“Well hell. Go to the manager and tell them what’s going on. Give the order to someone else. As soon as I get there, we’ll head for the police station. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”

“Okay.”

“That reminds me, I talked to his friend Jake this morning. The asshole with the body shop. The part for your car is coming in today, so it should be ready for you to pick up by tomorrow afternoon. I’ll go with you to get it.”

“Well that’s a relief.”

The door to the women’s room opened, and as two women walked in, she stepped aside and then exited, hurrying back toward the kitchen to turn in her order. “Listen, I have to get going. I’ll see you soon.”

“I’m on my way. If for some reason Eric shows up again, call 911. Don’t waste time trying to talk to him. He sounds unhinged enough as it is.”

“I will. Thanks Mason.”

“I’ll see you soon, sweetheart,” he said, his voice gruff. “Be careful until I get there.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon,” she echoed, before ending the call and tucking her phone back into her back pocket. She swiped the remaining tears beneath her eyes and took a deep breath. Telling her manager about Eric was only the first step. The situation had already gotten completely out of hand.

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