When Eve receives a threat from her ex-boyfriend, she turns to the only person she can trust… Michael.
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She walked around the small building, keys in hand. At the base of the stairs, the now familiar feeling of being watched crept over her and she scanned the area. She turned in a circle, examining every car, person, and object she could see, but nothing stood out. Damn it. This was driving her crazy. She remained there for several for moments, then blew out a hard breath and sprinted up the stairs to the apartment. Eve unlocked the door and took a step inside, reaching over to flip the switch. The fluorescent fixture illuminated the small kitchen and she froze in the doorway as the bright light fell over the kitchen counter and a huge bouquet of roses. Red roses.
Panic assailed her and she stumbled backwards, catching herself on the doorframe. Her vision clouded as blackness crept into her peripherals and her lungs constricted tightly in her chest. She took a breath, forcing oxygen into her burning lungs, and she slammed the door. Eve turned and fled back down the stairs, unlocking her car with the key fob. She jumped inside, hitting the lock button with her left hand and shoving the key into the ignition with her right. The car turned over and she threw it into reverse, quickly backing out of the spot and heading out of the parking lot. She fished her phone out of her pocket and called Robert.
He picked up on the second ring. “Eve? Is everything–”
“He’s here. He was in the apartment. I went upstairs and they were right there.” She knew she was rambling hysterically, but the words just kept pouring out as she sped out of town, driving blindly. “I didn’t see him, but he must still be there somewhere.”
“Okay, just take a deep breath.” Robert’s voice filtered over the line. “I’ll go over and take a look.”
“No! Please, Robert, don’t. I don’t know what he might do. Oh, God, why is he here? Why now?”
“Hey, everything’ll be okay. You’re safe, that’s all that matters. We’ll figure something out. Where are you now?”
She relaxed her grip on the steering wheel, stretching her fingers for a moment, and she looked around her. “I’m near the interstate.”
“Okay. I’ll keep an eye out over here, make sure no one follows you. Do you have somewhere you can go for a while?” he asked.
Eve debated for half a second before flipping on her blinker and merging into the right lane. “Yeah. I’m going to Michael’s. I’ll call you when I get there.”