With mock importance, she crosses over her chest. “Scout’s honor.”

I chuckle. “You were a Boy Scout?”

She shrugs. “Brownie. Same difference. So, what happened?”

Swallowing thickly, I shift in the water. “Do you remember the HRD4U website?”

Alicia nods and leans back against the counter. “Yeah”—her eyes widen—“did Flynn find out you were talking to that guy? Did you ever message him back?”

I hold up a hand to stop her inquisition. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“How so?”

Christ, I can’t believe I’m saying this.

“Flynn is HRD4U.”

Her jaw drops to the floor, and she opens and closes her mouth a few times before she manages to find some words. “You are fucking kidding me.”

I shake my head. “I wish I were.”

“So that giant dick I saw on the website was Flynn’s?”

I nod slowly as her jaw drops even farther than I thought possible.

“Holy…wow.” She grins. “Good for you, girl.”

I smirk at her and move around the bubbles with my hand. “Trust me, sex isn’t the problem.”

“Then what is?”

“The fact that it looks like one of his viewers has been stalking him and he never told me.”

She stiffens. “What do you mean by stalking him?”

“Someone slashed his tires and wrote the word ‘whore’ in paint on his car, and then last night, when we were at dinner, someone smashed the windshield.”

“While you were at dinner?”

I nod slowly.

“So, the person had to have been following you.”

“That, or by some miracle, they happened to be at the same restaurant as us at the same time, but I highly doubt that.”

She shakes her head slowly. “Yeah, I don’t, either. So, this is one of his viewers?”

“It appears that way.”

“But there’s no way to know for sure?”

I shrug. “Apparently not.”

“And what? You’re worried that you’ll be a target now that you two are together?”

The bathwater suddenly drops in temperature.

“Well, hell, I hadn’t been until you just said that, but no. I’m pissed because he didn’t tell me that any of this has been happening over the last couple of weeks. And he didn’t tell me about HRD4U.”