Page 103 of Rear View
“When’s Miles coming by?”
Swallowing around my mouthful of food, I checked my watch. Eight AM. “In a few hours.”
“How’s the hockey going for him?”
I cocked my head. “The hockey?”
She shoved her feet into her boots. “You know I’m not the sportiest.”
My smile was wide. “Really good! He’s been named a prospect!”
Z frowned. “I don’t think you understand how littleIunderstand.”
“A prospect for the draft,” I said. “To the NHL.”
“Heyyyyy!” She beamed when she eyed me. “That’s awesome!”
My face warmed, and my heart fumbled clumsily around my chest. “We’re going out with Xavier after to celebrate.”
She wiggled her brows. “A family affair, huh?”
I grinned.
Taking her coat from the hook by the door, she turned back to me. “Oh! I totally forgot. That security guard, Stan, stopped me yesterday.” Her face twisted. “He says he’s trying to set a meeting with you. That it’s important the two of you speak.” She shrugged as if she didn’t understand either.
My stomach knotted and I frowned. Creepy. He was just creepy. “Thanks.”
Sauntering to the door, she pulled it wide. “I’ll see you later.”
“Later!”
She left.
Finishing my breakfast, I eyed Xavier on the screen and bit my lip, because my heart beat faster just at the sight of him. Sighing, I headed for the kitchen, set my dishes in the sink and glided down the hall for the shower.
Half an hour later, I was out and shuffling through my “someday clothes.” Grinning at a full-length, gray wool dress, I pulled it out and slipped it on, admiring the way it hugged my curves. No doubt, Xavier would love it.
A loudboomechoed through the apartment. I jolted, my head whipping toward the sound. The shot of adrenaline that hit had my blood pressure spiking as my chest heaved with frantic breaths.
Taking my phone from my dresser, I edged into the hall.
Theboomsounded again to my right. The living room window rattled, and a streak of snow slithered down its pane. My heart thrashed in my ears, my body shaking wildly as I dropped to the floor. Crawling on my hands and knees toward it, I peered out.
A hooded figure clad in all black stood across the street, watching.
No!
Him.It’s him!
I needed something. Someone. To act. My thoughts were muddled, wouldn’t come clear.Help! I need help!
Xavier!I wanted him. But he’d have been at the circuit by then, readying for the race. EvenifI called, he was on the other side of the city. It’d take him too long to get to me.
Which left only one other option.
Falling flat to the floor, my fingers trembled so hard that it took three tries before I could punch the numbers and call for help.
“Nine-one-one. What’s the address of your emergency?” the monotoned woman on the other end asked.
