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“Sorry, little guy or girl,” she murmured, and then washed her hands.
After the poor critter was disposed of, Marnie went back downstairs to see about a cat box. The thing was completely full. It stank to high heaven. There was absolutely no saving it so she dumped that into the trash as well before placing it all in the garbage bin. After washing her hands for a second time, she made a list of things to get from the grocery store.
Surely Mr. Psycho wouldn’t hurt her in a public place.
Chapter Four
As she left for her day job, Marnie noticed all the flowers that had lined the walkway up the house had been destroyed. Walking over, she studied the destroyed plants. She was pretty sure they had been fine yesterday but now the fragile stems had been trampled. Boot prints could be seen in the dark dirt.
Unease slithered down her spine and she looked around, trying to find the truck Mr. Psycho had driven, but she couldn’t spot him. Gripping her purse tightly, she hurried to her car and locked herself in, then drove to work.
The entire day her mind kept flashing to the flowers. He must have been able to get through the gate sometime in the night. He had stalked her. What would’ve happened if she had gone to her apartment inside of Rebecca’s house? Would he have been able to break in?
After work she hurried to her car and headed toward the grocery store, passing by her apartment complex. She needed clothes, but she decided she’d just wear some of her sister’s things. During the entire ride, she kept glancing in her rearview mirror. Once, she could’ve sworn she saw his tuck, and adrenaline caused her nerves to go haywire.
At the grocery store, she pushed the cart up and down each aisle, figuring if she was going to stay at her sister’s home, she would take advantage by baking up a storm in the kitchen. She loved to cook, but rarely took the time because when she wasn’t working, she was sleeping. Now that she had the weekend off, she was going to stay safely ensconced in the huge house with the alarm set.
She placed a variety of items in the cart and had just turned down the pet aisle when a prickling sensation broke over her senses. She jerked her head up and her gaze collided with his. Mr. Psycho. How one man could be so sexy but so threatening was beyond her comprehension.
Swallowing her fright, she pushed the cart closer until she stood only a few feet away.
“Would you stop following me?”
He folded his massive arms over his chest. “I can’t do that.”
“Why? What has my si … um, myself ever done to you?”
“Not to me.”
“Oh, right. Dan. Is he your lover?”
One eyebrow rose. “No. My best friend.”
“And you always fight your friend’s battles?”
“I’ve got some time on my hands.”
“Ah.” She took a deep breath. “You’re stalking me. You trampled the flowers. You need to stop.”
He took a half-step closer and grabbed her cart, yanking it from between them and leaving a path open to her. It was a move to intimidate her, and it worked. A slither of unease rippled through her body as he stared down at her.
“I’ll stop when you promise to leave Dan alone.”
“Okay. I’ll promise that right now. Consider Dan fired.”
He narrowed his gaze. “You’re trying to be funny.”
“I’m not.” He was so damn confusing it was hard to get a lock on what he was thinking. “So, you can go back to whatever hole you crawled out of.”
He suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled, snapping her head back. Pain radiated over her scalp. He bent to murmur in her ear. “If I’m a snake, what are you?”
Her eyes watered and it was impossible to look away. A panther stalking his prey. He made sure of that, crowding in close so she felt every ridge of his hard body, including the erection he sported. Was he excited from hurting her? The man was insane.
“T-tell your friend he better keep it in his pants,” she managed to say, her voice wobbling a little.
“You’re a fucking bitch, you know,” he spat, eyes narrowing to cold slits. “No morals. No scruples. Blackmail. Just a depraved, pathetic excuse for a woman.”
He meant her sister, but his words still slapped her in the face. “Let me go. You know nothing—”
