Page 139 of No Need to Run
Yes, I do.
Maybe that’s the problem.
I should just ask her out.
I break out in hives at the mere thought.
It’s been way too long since I’ve asked any woman on a date. The last person I asked was… my ex-wife.
My jaw tightens slightly as I pull into Sebastian’s driveway.
I kill the engine and sit there, staring into the darkness.
My thoughts are a train wreck.
“Why did I sayourkitten?”
I close my eyes, then drag a hand down my face.
That’s not normal.
Not even close.
But the worst part?
It didn’t feel wrong.
I let out a slow breath, staring at the house in front of me. The lights are off. It’s quiet. Dark. Normal.
Or as normal as a house can be, given that it contains my brother and his former stalker-turned-wife.
But still... they’re mostly normal.
A thrum of unease runs through me.
If Callie is right and Violet is stalking me… and I’m attracted to her… Does that mean I’m like my brother?
Do I have a… stalker kink?
An “I-wanna-be-stalked” fetish?
Because that feels like a problem.
I huff out a breath, get out of the car, and head inside.
No more thinking.
No more overanalyzing.
Just sleep.
Maybe.
Morning comes too fast.
I stumble into the kitchen, feeling like a zombie as I grab a mug and pour coffee. Ivy walks in, still half-asleep.
“Morning,” she mumbles.
