Page 146 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
“What did she say he looked like?”
“Male. Thirties, maybe. Had a hat on.”
“Not helpful,” Torren spits, and Damon shrugs.
“Delivery people come here all the time. She didn’t think to pay attention.”
“When will you see the security footage?” I ask, and Damon softens his face to look at me.
“She has to go through her boss. Might be five minutes. Might be five hours.”
My eyes flare as I look between Damon and Torren. “We’re supposed to take off in an hour.”
“This is more important,” Torren says, and I shake my head.
“You can’t miss the flight because of me.”
“It’s not because of you.”
“Don’t worry,” Damon cuts in. “I’ll wait here. Walton will head with you to LA. I’ll meet you there when this is done.”
Torren is still frowning, and a concerning glance is exchanged between him and his security detail. It makes my frown mirror theirs.
“How worried do I need to be?”
Torren flicks his eyes to me. “Probably not at all, but I’m not taking chances.”
“You think it’s Sav’s stalker?”
When Torren doesn’t answer, I look at Damon. His face stays neutral, but he gives it to me straight.
“We haven’t heard from them, but with the recent press and considering past behavior, we need to be vigilant.”
“Okay.” I jerk out a nod and take a deep breath, failing to soothe the swarm of bees that have invaded my stomach. “Awesome. Cool. Totally fine.”
Torren wraps his arm around my body and pulls me against his chest, pressing his lips to my hair.
“We’re good, Callie. I got you. There’s nothing to worry about. I promise.”
I relax into him, breathing in the scent of detergent and body wash andmeon his skin, and the nausea I’d been battling starts to fade.
I trust Torren,Levi had said and sometime in the last few weeks, I’ve come to trust him, too. I tilt my head up so I can look into his gorgeous green eyes, and I smile.
“Thank you. Let’s go catch our flight.”
“You can leave your shoes here.”
Torren gestures to the floor of his foyer as he kicks his own shoes off, so I follow suit. It’s been almost three months since I was in Torren’s apartment, but it’s just as imposing as ever. I stand awkwardly by the door as he crosses the living room and enters the kitchen. He pulls open the fridge and looks inside.
“You thirsty? I have regular water, mineral water, sparkling water, a few energy drinks, and two protein shakes.”
“I’ll take a regular water,” I say with a laugh.
He grabs two waters and shuts the fridge door. When he turns to look at me, he quirks a dark brow.
“You can come into the apartment, you know. You don’t have to stand in the doorway.”
I take two steps in, then halt. “I don’t want to break anything or get anything dirty.”
