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Deirdre

10:25 a.m. | 4 days after ‘the sixth incident’

“You said you had some tea for me. Spill it,” Skye sings from across the table, giggling over her mimosa, never ceasing to make me smile. She stuns in an orange off-shoulder maxi dress as her brown skin twinkles with shimmer beneath the sun. Some people may shine, but Skyeglows, lugging that heavy light and kindly sharing it with us.

I know it's only been a few weeks, but I missed her.

Living in Austin has felt as if I’m on an island all by myself, until Scar. Thankfully, Houston isn’t far, and I least get to see Skye from time to time.

My long-distance relationships with the girls weigh on me at times, but we make an effort to meet up whenever we can.

I gulp down my mimosa to prepare for this conversation.

Whew. Here goes.

“So, you remember that guy I told you about?” I start, dragging my eyes to meet hers.

“Scar? The secret admirer?” She gasps.

“I—uh sort of met him not too long ago,” I opt to share instead of confirming.

My eyes dart around the patio in search of him and come up empty. But I know that doesn’t mean he isn’t close by.

“Excuse me? Why am I just now hearing this?” Her head jerks back in surprise, her earrings swaying with the motion.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly sure how to bring it up. You know that book you recommended with the thirst trap stalker?” I say in a hushed voice.

“Yeah. Did you like it? And why are you whispering?” she asks with her brows drawn, taking a sip of her mimosa.

“I loved it, but I’m being stalked. Right now.” It’s the first time I’ve ever said it aloud to anyone else. And I feel like I’m talking about the fucking Boogeyman and not the man I think about every time I come.

“What?” she splutters, choking on her drink. She coughs into her elbow and holds up a finger with her free hand, signaling me to wait as she gets herself together. “I understand I cannot drink for this conversation. Go on,” she urges.

”I’m certain that he has my phone tapped and can hear everything I say,” I inform her while taking a bite of my French toast.

She raises a brow. “Are you serious? Dee.”

I nod as I swallow, my hair tickling my back with the aggressiveness of the motion, and her eyes widen. When the shock wears off, she’ll want an explanation, which I’ll give.

Then again, Skye is the “no judgment friend.” The one you call if you need to hide a body. She’ll pull up with an array of shovels, no questions asked. The one you can confess your sins to, and she’ll root for the chaos.

“So, is he your secret admirer? Or do you have two potential stalkers at the same time?”

“Thankfully, I got a two-in-one special,” I say with a wince.

She blinks at me. “You are electric sliding too fast, and I can’t keep up. Give it to me at turtle speed. Now,” she orders, leveling me with a stare.

“Okay. It’s the same guy, and I’ve seen him around my house.”

“Fuck. Is this connected to your family?” she asks, throwing her hand over her mouth.

“That’s the thing, he kinda is. But he’s supposed to be looking out for me.”

“Like a bodyguard?”

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