Page 32 of No Need to Run

Why is the cat on his side?

“Stop that.” I point at my brother, then the cat. “I’mnotstalking her. I was just making sure she got home safely.”

They continue staring at me.

“You don’t know anything.”

“Of course I don’t.” Sarcasm drips from my brother’s tone. “It’s not like I married my stalker.”

I blink at him.

“That doesn’t mean I found a stalker, too,” I huff. “She didn’t even follow me.”

That sounded much more convincing in my head.

He arches a brow. “You sure?”

I stand there for a moment, then hurry to the living room and jerk the curtain back. I scan the street, but don’t see anything.

“Well?”

My shoulders relax. “See. Nothing.”

Sebastian’s footsteps stop behind me. “You’re in trouble.”

I turn and glare at him. “I’m not in trouble. She’s not stalking me.”

Mr. Pickles lets out a soft, unimpressed meow.

I look between them. “You’re both being ridiculous.”

“You’re the one arguing with me… and a cat.”

I huff, then cross the room to the patio door, hesitating only a moment before I flick on the light.

No redhead is standing on the deck.

I breathe out a sigh of relief. “See? She’s not here.”

Why do I sound disappointed?

Sebastian and Mr. Pickles exchange a look.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

I huff out an annoyed breath.

“I seem to remember someone telling me my situation wasn’t normal.”

I glare. “That’s because it wasn't.” I point at the deck outside. “Ivy literally climbed over it and made you coffee.”

He smiles. “I remember.”

“Stop smiling. That’s abnormal.”

“Interesting.”

“And stop saying interesting.”