Page 83 of Rogue's Path
Who brought my woman flowers?
“Oh, I can prove it. She left them for us to enjoy because she couldn’t take them with her on her journey.”
Journey? None of this makes any sense. It’s like I’m in an alternative world looking down on Earth. “Where did she say she was going?”
“Alaska, I think, to build igloos. Let me grab the roses for you to see.”
Igloos? Alaska. The words coming out of Jane’s mouth seem crazier and crazier. I stare at the door, willing Peaches to step through it. Why didn’t I insist on getting Peaches’ real name?
Jane thinks she went out of town. That means she hasn’t been in the café yet. There’s hope. Peaches will show up. I have to believe that. She wouldn’t just ghost you.
Jane walks back with a massive vase full of red roses. Way more than I got Peaches.
“There was a card in it.” Jane sets them down. “But I think she took it with her.”
Someone else got her flowers. I want to toss them across the room until they smash on a wall.
Was it Bear? It must have been him. He probably ordered the flowers before they met Friday night. Hidden under all that hair is a gentleman and a poet. That’s what it must be. Bear sent them before he found out that she’s mine.
It was all a misunderstanding. It’s all one big misunderstanding. Peaches will be here any time now.
***
She’s not coming. She’s really not coming.
I’ve been sitting here for over an hour with not a sign of her.
Could Peaches really have left for Alaska?
What if she hit traffic? In Silent Valley? You’re grasping at straws now.
Peaches ghosted you.
Payback hurts.
My phone chimes.
Havoc’s telling me to get back there now. Something must be wrong at the club. He knows I’m on a date. There’s no way he’d interrupt that unless it was an emergency.
I stand up and walk over to Jane. “If you see her, tell her I had something come up and give her my number.”
“Will do.” Jane gives me a smile.
I dash out the door. This has got to be an alternate world or a nightmare. Whatever it is, I just want it to go back to normal.
Insanity
Dylan
What has my life become that I’m looking to hire security?
I’m not a superstar or even a big-name author to end up with a stalker. How did this even happen?
The scenery changes as the cab makes a turn. The directions said it’s ten miles down this road. It is a road, right?
This feels like a massive driveway instead of a street that leads anywhere.
A cluster of motorcycles zoom by.
