Page 26 of Stalked

She wanted to talk to him about the fire. That had to have been just a terrible coincidence, right?

Or had the Watcher been so close he’d followed them or heard them talking about where they would be staying.

Rosalyn couldn’t stop the shudder that ripped through her at the thought.

Steve was close enough to see it. “Sure you’re okay?”

No, she wasn’t sure she was okay. The opposite. And now she had dragged Steve down the rabbit hole with her.

A dark, dangerous rabbit hole where someone was determined to kill everyone who got close to her. And now it looked like maybe the Watcher was trying to kill her too.

She opened her mouth to ask Steve what he thought, what they should do. But he put a finger over her lips before she could get the words out.

“Shower. You’ll feel better. You’re safe here—we both are. Let’s take advantage of that.”

Rosalyn nodded. He was right.

“Do you mind if I borrow your cell phone while you’re in there?”

“I don’t have one. It was one of the first things I got rid of.”

“You haven’t had one since you’ve come back to Pensacola?”

She shook her head. “I haven’t had one since the Watcher followed me to Dallas and sent me a series of texts. I destroyed it. Thought it might be the way he was following me.”

“Smart girl. I was thinking the same thing.”

She shrugged. “I didn’t want to give him any extra means of being able to communicate with me.”

“Okay.”

Steve was right—the shower did help her feel better. Or at least washed away the smell of the smoke that had almost taken their lives.

Steve took one after her but didn’t have a set of his own clothes to change into. A nurse brought a set of scrubs for him to wear, as well as a T-shirt.

Steve made a hot doctor as well as law enforcement officer.

Which was another thing they needed to talk about. Exactly what he did in law enforcement. Just add that to the list of all the stuff they still needed to talk about.

Less than an hour after changing they walked out of the hospital. Steve hadn’t said much to her during that time, but he definitely had a plan.

“Do you want to tell me what exactly the plan is?” she asked as they got back into her car.

“I’m a cop who works in Miami. I’ve booked us a flight there that leaves in a couple of hours.”

Of all the things he might have said, that wasn’t what she’d expected. “You told me you were from Colorado.”

He looked over at her, eyes narrowed. “I guess neither of us was telling the truth that night.”

Rosalyn knew she had stolen from him. She was the one who had left him without a word. But somehow finding out that he had been lying about things he’d told her during their time together hurt her. He’d obviously wanted to make sure she could never track him down.

He winced. “Rosalyn—”

She sat up straighter in the seat. “No, you’re right. We were both dishonest. And you don’t have to take me with you now. As a matter of fact, that’s probably better.”

“No, you’ll stay with me.”

Why did he need her to stay with him now when he had gone out of his way to make sure she wouldn’t be able to find him six months ago? She wanted to argue further but he had pulled into the parking lot of a superstore.

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