Page 111 of A Home for Harmony
“I’ve asked her not to post on my account and she honored that. She does like or heart things now and again, but she texted me personally to ask if some of those cookies were for her. I found it sweet.”
“I know,” he said. “She told me they were for me.”
“I really love your daughter,” she said. “I wouldn’t do anything to put her in harm’s way and I don’t want people to find out your last name and then search for you or her or anything like that.”
“I appreciate it,” he said. “But I’m not sure how much you can control those things right now.”
“My point is, I’m not putting a lot of personal things out there about me now. I’m focusing on my instructional videos and more that I can do for that.”
Micah nodded. “Scarlet has mentioned you’re not as active. She was annoyed, thinking it was my fault and I was telling you what to do.”
He hoped that wasn’t the case. That Harmony knew he didn’t think highly of this part of her career and she was trying to make him happy.
She shook her head. “No. It’s not that. I was cutting back before you for a lot of reasons.”
“This person, for one?” he asked.
He didn’t want her to be so afraid that she had to stop what she loved to do.
He didn’t want her to give up a passion because he didn’t understand it.
At least she said she started it before he came into her life because he wasn’t sure he could carry the burden on his shoulders that she was making those changes based on his opinion.
He’d had this happen once in his life already and didn’t want to lose another relationship over it.
“Yes,” she said. “But not completely. I’ve said before I never planned on my career being an influencer. I make good money and put a lot of it away. I want to focus on a sustainable business.Maybe I want my mother off my back and to be proud of the choices I make.”
Shit. Didn’t it always come back to their parents?
“Do what makes you happy, Harmony,” he said.
“I know. I’m sorry. We are getting off track.”
They were and he remembered he was still recording this. It was for his purposes now, but he might need to let other people hear it at some point. “Go on. Since Valentine’s Day have you had any other messages?”
“Not that I saw,” she said. “But then the flowers came today and there is no name or signature on them. The email address doesn’t seem close to the others. I think they just make them up to set up a new account all the time.”
“The flowers didn’t have a threatening message to them,” he said. “You’re right, there isn’t anything illegal going on. Not even from the messages you are saying you’re getting. It’s an annoyance or a ploy for attention, but no threat.”
But it was scaring her and he hated that. There was nothing unlawful going on other than someone being a pest.
“I know,” she said. “I’m trying not to be a baby and that is why I haven’t said anything to anyone.”
“No one knows?” he asked.
“My friend Lizzie. The one who I spent New Year’s Eve with. She knew I was getting them at Media Creator. I asked if she had any issues like that. If it was something with other employees or just me.”
“What did she say?”
“That she’d gotten messages like that in the past and they normally moved on to someone else. She’d actually told me to post pictures of me with people I went on dates with, thinking that might discourage the person.”
“Did you?” he asked. He wouldn’t have recommended that. It could set someone off easier.
“No,” she said. “I told you I went on a date months ago with a guy and he was posting pictures of us and tagging me.”
“What’s his name?” he asked. “I’m going to look into him.”
“Skyler Sheffield,” she said. She pulled her phone out. “I can show you pictures of him.”
