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I’m freaking losing it.I’m seeing ghosts where there are none, which is bad.God knows I have way too much shit going on to invent more.I pull back on the road and I follow that Jeep until it turns off at a subdivision.

Definitely making up ghosts where there are none.

That thought in my head, I press the gas pedal down.Time to get my boy.Having him home with me is the only time I feel even a little relaxed.Hopefully that might change a little more when I get Rory in my bed.

Now, I’m back to smiling.

Chapter11

Rory

I wake up with a jerk.

“Damn it!”I growl.My eyes go to the clock that tells me it’s midnight.I don’t need this tonight.

My body is covered in sweat, and I feel yucky.The covers are pulled up off the bed and wrapped around me so much that it takes me several minutes just to get loose of them.I push my hair away from my face, it’s so wet it goes back easily.

These dreams are killing me.They’re not of my new neighbor, and as much as those have been making me want to scream—for a different reason—I’d prefer them to these.

What I just had wasn’t a dream… It was a nightmare.

That’s not exactly right.It was memories.Memories of a past I left behind and memories of a life I hated.

A life I escaped.

My cell vibrates against my nightstand causing it to slap against the wood and I jump before I can stop myself.My heart seems to freeze in my throat.I look at the number and it doesn’t look familiar.I start not to answer, but I’m still alive because I face things head on.I can’t stick my head in the sand—not about my past.I have to stay alert.

“Hello?”

“Can’t sleep?”

Noah’s deep voice comes across the line and I feel hot and flushed for another reason.

“I could probably sleep if someone wasn’t calling at midnight,” I grumble, flipping on the bedside lamp because the shadows in the room hide monsters—I’ve learned that the hard way.

“Liar.I heard you moving around.”

“How did you get my number, anyway?And what do you mean youheardme?”

“In my line of work, it’s pretty easy to track down cell numbers, Cupcake.In answer to your second question, the walls between our rooms are paper thin, haven’t you noticed?”he asks.

“What kind of work do you do?”I ask, wondering if he’s a cop or something.He doesn’t seem like it and he’s always home.I just figured he worked from home.He’s grouchy so it made sense he’d be one of those annoying bill collectors—though as hot as he looks it didn’t exactly fit with my imagination.

“You don’t want to know that,” he says.

“I think I do,” I retort and his silence is his answer.Maybe he’s an undercover Fed or something.“Whatever,” I huff when it becomes clear he’s not going to answer.“You’re lying about hearing me, though.I never hear you when I’m in here.If the walls were really that thin, I would have before now,” I grumble, praying I’m right.

“Don’t do much in here except sleep, Cupcake.Not much to hear.What was your nightmare about?”

“Oh God, you really can hear me,” I whisper, immediately feeling shame move over me, becauseI knowwhat he probably heard.

“Every delicious drop.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, holding my mouth away from the phone.

“I know what’s going through your mind, Rory.”

“I doubt that.”

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