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Sally: Can I buy you a taser? At least a cute little pepper spray?
Amber: I’m good.
Sally: I don’t think I can resist spreading around all the self-defense fun. Be there in a jiffy.
I drove over to Amber’s. After opening her door, she waved me inside. “Get in here,” she said, “so I can get all this off my chest.”
“Here, take a slice of Antonio’s cake. You won’t regret it.”
“Oh, you little devil. That does look good.” She put the cake in her immaculately clean fridge. Her whole apartment appeared ready for a photo shoot.
“You sure you had someone over last night? I’d guess you were up all night polishing the floor.”
Amber put her hands on her cheeks. “He stayed the night. It was great.”
I grinned. “Well, la ti dah. Now you’re grinning. Y’all did have a fun time.”
She grabbed her purse, smirking at me. “I don’t know what to think—it was so casual. Do you think he’s a, you know, f-boy?”
I snorted. “Yes.”
She stared up at the ceiling. “Yeah, I thought you’d say that.”
“You gonna be okay?”
Her charm bracelet clinked as she waved her hand around. “Better to have my eyes open. I can’t seem to help being romantic though…”
“All you can do is be you, shug.”
She switched off the lights as we walked to the door. “What about you?” she asked.
“Clint is put out with me for not moving to Nebraska with him.”
She stared at me, her mouth open. She shook her head. “Are you thinking about it?”
“A little. Not really.” I shrugged. “He’s leaving tomorrow.”
“He’s going to UNL, in Lincoln, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t want to settle down and have a bunch of giant babies?”
I shook my head, vigorously. “Not right now. I just made it back to college.” We stepped outside into the bright warm day. “Come on, we have cute clothes and Tasers to buy.”
A few hours later I hauled my pile of weapons, and a couple of clothing bags, into the house. Amber stayed to hang out by the pool with me, drink slushy cocktails, and wait to see if Marcus called her.
Antonio had decided to do a big seafood cookout and Ienthusiastically helped set up the outdoor tables with paper plates, napkins, and buckets full of ice for drinks.
Amber and I headed up to my bedroom to change into our bikinis. While she was in the bathroom, I pulled out my laptop to check if there was anything from my lawyer. She had emailed that Blakely had agreed to take down the post. I went over to social media to check.
There was a new direct message from an unknown sender. I opened it, dread tightening my stomach.Your dirty cunt couldn’t wait to whore for that asshole football player. I’m coming for you, bitch.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Ipaced around my bedroom, my fists clenched. My gut said the message was from the red-haired stalker—and there was the raised middle finger profile page, again, with the exact same image as last time. That damn asshole shithead knew what town I lived in. I grabbed my phone and typed in a message to the house group text.
Sally: House meeting tonight. When we’re all here at the same time, I want to bring everyone up to date on my situation.
