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"Good night, Monica. Sweet dreams."
"Night, Luke."
He waited until the door locked behind him before he stepped down onto the sidewalk. He’d just taken a step when something out of the corner of his eye caught Luke's attention. He walked in the opposite direction of his truck, to where he watched Monica park her car just a couple of hours ago. The sight before him quickly ruined the good mood he had been in.
"Son of a bitch."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Monica leaned back against her front door and traced her lips. She was glad one of them had the wits about them to slow things down. It wasn't going to be her based on the way she was ready to jump Luke's bones on several occasions throughout the night.
So much for focusing on her career. She didn't think this was what Ash and Trista meant by going for it.
Balance.
She needed to find a healthy balance between the two.
Monica was still pressed against the door when a knock sounded seconds later. A quick glance in the peephole had her smiling. Maybe Luke didn't have as much restraint as she gave him credit for.
"Miss me already?" she quipped, yanking the door open. The serious look on his face dissolved any further banter she had. "What's wrong?" Now she was on high alert.
"I need you to come look at something."
Monica wasted no time slipping on a pair of shoes and following him outside. She understood what caused his look when they were mere feet from her car.
Someone had slashed both her tires. At least that's what she could see from where she stood on the sidewalk. And the word BITCH was spray-painted across both doors.
"Does the other side look the same way?"
Her feet were cemented to the ground. Even if she wanted to move to look for herself, her body refused to cooperate. Anger consumed every cell of her body.
"Yes, all four tires have been slashed, but they only spray-painted this side of the car."
Monica tried to find some sort of calming breath. She thought back to all the techniques Ash had attempted to teach her over the years when her anger would take charge. None of it was working.
"Fletcher," she hissed.
It had to be him. There was no one else she had pissed off recently, and until her meeting with him, things had been fine.
"Probably not him personally, but someone he sent."
"We need to call the police."
Along with her insurance agent and a rental company. She couldn't be without a vehicle while this mess was being handled. She had important meetings that couldn't be rescheduled over the next few weeks.
"I agree, but I would like to call Caden first. Give him time to access the cameras in the area before the cops do."
She was only half listening to what Luke was saying. It was the middle of the night and she hadn't thought to bring her phone out with her so she could check her schedule. She knew she had stuff tomorrow that would require her presence. She didn't have time to deal with this headache.
"Monica?"
She pushed thoughts of work aside for the moment. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Before we call the police, I would like to give Caden time to see what he can find."
"Whatever you think is best," she waved the suggestion off.
Minutes before she had been happily thinking over her night, and now she was stuck outside in the cold while she tried to figure out how she was going to fit this into her already packed day.
