Page 29 of Exes and Oh Hell No

I move toward it, kneeling beside the bed.

The smooth weight of it feels solid in my palm.

The sliver of paper is beneath it, the rubber band nearby.

Rage surges through my veins as I unfold the paper and read the threatening message.“THIS ISN’T OVER!”

The words are scrawled in thick, black marker, the scent of the ink still fresh.

My pulse roars from the volcanic rage pounding through my skull.

A single name flashes through my mind.

Todd.

I can’t fucking see anything but red.

He’s the obvious suspect.

But I need to be sure.

I need to be fucking certain.

Because whoever did this to her?

They’re fuckingdone!

I whirl around, locking eyes with Harper.

“Tell me exactly what happened,” I say, my voice razor-sharp. “Don’t leave out a single detail.”

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HARPER

“Ineed to be back at the house before nine a.m. The contractors will be there for renovations.”

Ford’s head snaps up, his glare locking on mine as he clicks my seatbelt into place.

His jaw works back and forth before he grumbles, “Fine. But I’m coming with you.”

Exasperation wells inside. “Ford. You don’t have to play guard dog?—”

His jaw clenches, muscles flexing as he leans closer, his voice low and lethal. “Someone. Threw. A. Rock. Through. Your. Window.”

I’m well aware.

Pulling back, he yanks his hoodie over his head, revealing his bare chest. “There. Was. A. Note.”

I try not to stare at his chest.

Lies.

I’m totally checking out his chest.

Forcing my gaze away, I match his tone, my frustration bubbling up. “I’m. Fully. Aware.”

He glares at me, and I glare back.

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