Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Okay.” I prepped the two coffees, even finding almond milk in the fridge. I heard the chair slide out from behind his desk, and he came over to take his position and slide onto the stool by the bar. I was amazed by how a man so tall managed to fold his legs behind that counter, fixing me with his piercing green eyes and hooking up a corner of his mouth in a half-smile that did strange things to me.
Well, there was no use delaying. I might as well just dive into it.
“So,” I said, taking a sip of my hot coffee, “you wanted to know the reason why I can’t go back to my apartment.”
He blinked at me before giving me a slow nod, simply giving me the space to say what I needed to say.
“I was engaged back in LA. His name is Alex.” I swallowed a little on his name, unable to really meet Dillon’s eyes as I spoke. “He’s an attorney. He… was amazing, at first. We actually met when he had me come in and testify as an expert witness for one of his cases.”
“As an expert in what?” he asked quietly. It wasn’t a nasty question; it was natural, given that now I was working as a bag-and-check girl at a supermarket.
“In art therapy. He wanted me to come and talk about the signifiers of child abuse that can be found when kids draw.” He looked up at me in surprise, and I nodded. “I have a BFA from Cal Arts, and a master’s degree from UCLA. I’m a licensed therapist. It’s still valid, even though I haven’t used it in a while. I had to close down my practice before I left.”
“Okay, back up.” He leaned forward on the counter, fixing me with a hard stare. “So go back to Alex.”
I wasn’t sure of why there was such a sour look on his face when he said it, but I nodded. “Yeah. He asked me to move in with him really quickly, and I figured, ‘why not?’ We were spending almost every night together anyway.”
He nodded stiffly. “So what happened then?”
“He proposed about a year and a half later, and I accepted. It just made sense. But then he started getting weirdly possessive, and he started checking my phone without my permission. There were a couple of times when he got physical with me during fights—nothing overt,” I said, wanting to put off the furious look on his face. “Not at first. He would just restrain me. But then it started getting more physical. He would leave bruises behind as a reminder. That’s what he told me. To remind me that I’d disappointed him or made him angry.”
I swallowed, turning away from him. He was so quiet I had to look back at him to see whether he was still there, and from what I saw, he was clenching the stone countertop so tightly it looked like it was in danger of cracking. I wondered why he was taking what had happened to me so personally.
“Eventually, it ended when my mom called me one day while we were fighting. I don’t know how, but my phone picked up the call by accident, and she heard him hitting me. She lives a few hours away from LA, but she came down that night to get me out of the apartment.
“I went back to her house in San Luis Obispo, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. I knew I had to leave and go somewhere random, so that’s why I’m here.”
“And now he’s here? In the Ridge?” He spoke so quietly I thought I might’ve misheard him.
“Yeah. I have no idea how he found me, but I guess he did. He left me a voicemail yesterday that he was in Nashville when I started the hike, and then another that he was near my apartment when you took me to my car.”
“I can think of a few ways that he might have found you.” He got off his stool and paced back and forth, covering his face with his hands. “Do you still have your laptop from home?”
“Yes,” I said, confused.
“Did you get a VPN?” he asked.
“What’s that?”
He snorted. “Jesus. That’s just basic cybersecurity. I’m surprised it took him this long to find you.” He turned to face me, his face twisted with anger and frustration. “So, you knew this guy was after you? And you still decided to come hiking in a place that’s completely unfamiliar to you and isolated?” He shook his head, and I started to feel my face heating up at the dismissal in his expression. “Jesus Macy, do you have a damn death wish?”
That was it. I’d already spent too much time ripping myself to shreds over this, and I wasn’t going to have this asshole finish the job when I was just starting to stitch myself back together.