Startled out of my frozen state, I rush out of the bathroom and yell down the stairs, “Noah?”
He jogs to the bottom of the stairwell and then whirls around when he sees me in a towel. With his back facing me, he extends his hands in the air like he’s surrendering. “Sorry.”
“What are you doing here?” I demand.
“You didn’t answer your door.”
“I was in theshower.”
“I see that.” He clears his throat.
“Did you bust through a window?” I hiss.
“The glass in your front door, yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because you have astalker.”
“Yeah, I know. He just broke into my house while I was in theshower.”
He barks out a laugh and then swears. “Listen, I’m sorry.”
“I’m going to get dressed. You just…stay.”
“I’m sorry,” he yells again.
Glad my bedroom is upstairs, I quickly retreat to it and close the door behind me. The man is insane.
I shoulddefinitelycall the cops on him. I’m not going to, but Ishould.
I sit on the bed and groan into my hands. Then I stand, dressing quickly. When I come downstairs, I find Noah on the couch, arms crossed, the picture of discomfort.
His eyes flick up to me. “I’m?—”
“Sorry. I know.” I set my hands on my hips. “Listen. I like you a lot, and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but you can’t?—”
He raises a hand, cutting me off, and then picks up his phone like he just got a text.
“Yeah, okay,” I huff. “I’ll just hold that thought.”
As I wait, my phone vibrates in my back pocket. Since Noah is ignoring me anyway, I pull it out.
Montgomery: Have you taken your prescription yet?
“Oh my goodness,” I seethe. “NO.”
“Then march yourself to the kitchen,” Noah says, “because you’re going to take it now.”
Slowly, I look up. “What?”
Noah turns his phone, showing me the screen. I take several steps forward, and then I rip the phone from his hand. My eyes flick over the texts as I scroll, and I go cold.
“You,” I say dumbly. “You’re…”
“I’m Montgomery York,” he says wryly. “Your conservator.”
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