Page 27 of Love Undecided
I grab my phone and step into the other room to call Brad. I’m not too excited about calling him when I know he’s mad at me, but even I realize it’s important to know if he checked the front.
He answers after the second ring. “Matthews.” His tone is short and clipped.
“Hey, it’s me. Kat. Do you have a second for a quick question?”
“I knew it was you... what’s up?” he asks.
“Did you happen to check the front of the house to see if there were any other cameras there by chance?” I hate that I sound so unsure of myself and so meek.
“I checked the entire exterior of the house, there weren’t any other cameras or anything else that was out of place or unusual.”
“Thank you,” I lower my voice. “I really appreciate it.”
His voice softens. “Anytime,” he says and hangs up. I hold on to the phone for minute trying to recapture that softness from before he disconnected.
“Well?” Bauer stands in the doorway looking at me expectantly.
“The rest of the outside has the all-clear.”
“And he’s sure?”
“He’s sure.”
“Okay, if you’re good then I’m going to go try and get some rest. Unless you want me to stay.” He waggles his eyebrows at me.
“Nope. I’m good. I’ve got my security alarm and you on speed dial.” I push him out the door, arm the security system, and close every blind in every window.
Feeling exhausted, I sit on my bed and debate whether I want to take a shower before bed. Cringing at the thought of actually having to get in the shower, wash my body, wash my hair, dry my body and then dry my hair, I decide against it.
It just sounds like so much effort.
I don’t have enough energy to freak outandbe clean. It’s either one or the other. So, I set my alarm clock, strip down, and crawl between the covers.
Sleep totally escapes me as I try to figure about who has put me under secret surveillance and why. I go back through all my past clients from when I was working, all my exes from when I was dating, as many of my drunk fucks as I can remember, and basically anyone else I’ve come in contact with in the last five years or so. But come up empty.
I can certainly think of plenty of people who don’t like me, but I don’t know if watching someone via remote camera is a sign that they don’t like you. Then again, I can’t really think of anyone who would have a reason to watch me via remote camera whether they liked me or not.
