Page 34 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“Oh, you know… getting on in age. I’ve never been the same since I lost my Ken.”
“I’m sorry, Grammy,” I murmured, my eyes flicking back toward the window.
“I just wanted to apologise for trying to thrust my grandson onto you,” she continued sweetly. “Are you free to join me for alittle party this weekend? It would do these old eyes some good to see you again.”
She was laying it on thick.
But it couldn’t possibly be worse than her grandson stalking my building like I was a criminal.
“Sure,” I said. “That sounds like fun.”
“Wonderful. I’ll have someone text you the address—I’m no good with this phone.”
“No problem, Grammy. Have a nice evening.”
“You too, dearie. I’ve missed seeing you.”
Okay.
She was a sweet old coot.
“I’ve missed your company too,” I admitted, mostly truthfully.
“I’ll see you on Sunday.”
“Sunday,” I repeated.
A few moments later, I spotted Kade standing outside his cruiser, phone to his ear. He looked right up at my window like he knew.
I let the curtain drop and backed away, the dark bedroom suddenly feeling smaller.
His insanity was catching on.
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This was stupid.
Why should I care if he wasn’t out there tonight?
So what if his stupid truck wasn’t parked beneath my window like usual?
What if he got hurt in the line of duty?
What if someone stabbed him?
What if he met someone crazier than him?
…No. That wasn’t possible.
I yanked the curtain open and leaned against the window ledge, squinting into the dark street.
Where was he?
I checked my phone.
Should I call Grammy?
Hi, yes, just wondering if your emotionally unbalanced grandson is okay tonight?
