Page 87 of Talk About… Secrets
“Oh,” was all I could say. Though as my eyes bounced to Cade, he looked sick.
“I’ll be up front if you need me,” she said with a wave.
“There was a sunflower in the hotel room,” he said. “In our suite. I thought you left it.”
My eyebrows dipped down as those words sunk in.
“Do you think it’s related to the boxes?” Spencer asked the question I was too afraid to voice. My stomach churned. It was starting to sound like we had a full-on stalker, not just an angry one night stand.
Not that she couldn’t be both.
“Wait… I’m second guessing everything,” Spencer said. “Did you send us letters at work when we were wrapping things up to come here?”
I blinked at him. “Letters? No. We called and Face Timed and all that, but no letters. I was too busy freaking out that you weren’t coming.”
My teasing fell flat as they shared a look. “We got so many of them. Pink envelopes and all sharing little notes of how much you loved us.”
“It wasn’t me,” I admitted with a sigh. This was spiraling out of control too quickly for my liking.
I was fucking tired of things coming between me and my peace.
At this point, we had unassuming, but very creepy flowers, letters, a burned box of panties, and no real leads.
I knew I was safe, my labs and all the tests checked out fine. Our follow ups were just as vigilant.
“This can wait until after we shop. I refuse for anything else to take away from our special moments,” I said firmly. “We can deal with it when we finish. Go to the police, even. For now, let’s shop.”
“But,” Cade started but I held up a hand to stop him. I let them see the stress on my face, the need to have just this one fucking moment.
Beck eyed the door, then the employee, before looking back at me. It took willpower, but he eventually relaxed and gave me a warm smile.
“She’s right. Shopping first. But then, we deal with this,” he said, giving me a look that dared me to argue.
“It’s creepy. No fight from me.”
“Shopping it is,” Spencer said, letting some of his tension melt away and glancing around. The more their eyes scanned, the more they lit up.
This was our first time since doing our online registry that we were letting ourselves loose on a store like this.
Each of my men grabbed their own basket, Drew grabbing two, an extra for me. He stuck close while the others spread out with a grin on their faces.
I had a feeling they were about to have more fun than I was here.
Instead of clothes, I went for the decor section in the back, eyes landing on a sweet mobile. It was green and white, little leaves dancing and Totoro on top as if he were commanding it. The melody from the movie played when I twisted it and I knew it had to come home with us.
Drew grabbed the box, sliding one into my basket along with a few matching plushies.
It was already a success.
Soon, I had my basket full and his. He seemed content to shop with me, adding his own things here and there as he dutifully followed me around.
I stopped mid-step. A strange feeling danced over my skin and it felt like someone was watching me. Goosebumps dotted along my body as I turned, locking eyes with an omega.
“Drew,” I whispered, not moving my lips. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. Her tears flowed freely down her dirty cheeks, a sob escaping. The concerned worker started to approach but Cade snagged her, urging her to the back. Hopefully, to call the fucking cops.
“They were mine, you bitch. They treated me so sweet.”
Her voice was haunted. I wanted to look away, see their expressions for a flicker of recognition, but I couldn’t risk it.
