Page 57 of The Arrogant One
Not a single like, out of over forty thousand, is named Lockhart?
That was odd.
But this wasn’t the first time I’d attempted to find his account on Instagram. It was, however, the first time I’d looked him up as someone who liked my posts. I repeated the same process under my total list of followers, but that didn’t produce anything either.
There was possibly a way around this.
Under my followers, I typedEden.
Six accounts loaded, and I studied each of their last names.
Smith.
Kelley.
Filla.
Lowery.
Swift.
The final one didn’t have a last name mentioned, but there was aWthat followed Eden in her username, along with a mix of numbers.
That was her, Eden Wright—it had to be.
On her profile, with a bio filled with relatable emojis, I slowly moved through her collection of pictures. In many, she was alone, doing things around LA—hiking, sunbathing, eating. And in the ones where she wasn’t alone, she was with other women. Looks-wise, she was the complete opposite of Lockhart with beautiful, long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was most likely in her mid-twenties, which would fit the age description he’d given to me. But blonde? Her roots were too well coveredto see if it was natural. I scrolled back up and dug through her followers, searching for Lockhart and Colson—the only other sibling he’d mentioned—and nothing came up.
So, Lockhart’s sister followed me.
But what about him? The way he’d spoken about Dear Foodie gave me the impression that he was a follower too. Did he not use his name online? So many people didn’t because they didn’t have to.
Shit, Dear Foodie wasn’t my name.
As I returned to Eden’s pictures, a text came across my screen.
Lockhart
Did you make it home safely?
I immediately exited out of her account, feeling as though I’d been caught red-handed—something I knew was impossible, but the coincidence was uncanny.
Still, the smile that pulled across my lips, the sigh that came through them—he was the only one who could trigger those.
God, I liked this man.
But things were suddenly … messy? Complicated?
A territory I had absolutely no idea how to navigate.
Ugh.
Me
All safe and sound. Thank you for an amazing night.
And morning.
I needed backup.
