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She was hoping he wouldn’t have caught onto anything there but should have known better.
“I don’t like getting things from people I don’t know,” she said.
“Call Blossoms and find out,” he said. “Should be simple enough.”
She didn’t know why she hadn’t thought of that herself.
Pulling her cell phone out, she made the call. “Hi, Violet, it’s Harmony.”
“Happy birthday, lady. Did you like your arrangements?”
“They were beautiful. Did you put them together?”
“Lily did the big one from her and her sisters. She likes to come down and play.”
“Even sweeter. I know this is horrible, but I don’t know who sent the smaller one. It had no name on it.”
“I thought that was odd too,” Violet said. “But I figured you’d know who it was.”
“I don’t know. Can you look at the receipt?”
“Sure can,” Violet said. “It was an online order.”
She waited while Violet was typing into the computer.
“She’s looking,” she whispered to Micah.
Maybe it was nothing more than someone knew she got a lot of stuff from Blossoms and bought them and asked them to be shipped without the address given.
Blossoms would know her address since she worked with them and had been in the place before. She’d even posted herself there a few times when she lived in New York.
“Sorry,” Violet said. “It was with a prepaid credit card.”
She had her phone out so that Micah could hear it, he mouthed, “Email address.”
“Is there an email address attached to it?” she asked. Again, nothing she’d think of. “And did they give my actual address or ask if you knew it?”
“The order included the address,” Violet said. “I don’t think anyone will care if I give you the email address it came from.” Harmony wrote down the address and thanked Violet.
“Do you know who that is?” Micah asked.
“Not off the top of my head. I’m going to search my contacts now.”
She pulled her phone out and came up with nothing. She even searched some of her followers for anyone that might have a handle even close to it.
Nothing again.
She slumped in his chair and took a few deep breaths.
She could be overreacting.
There was no reason for her to get concerned.
Yet her gut was telling her what she didn’t want to acknowledge.
“You’re white as a ghost, Harmony. What the hell is going on?”
“Don’t be mad.” She winced. “I think someone might be cyber-stalking me and now they know where I live.”
