Page 19 of Securing His Obsession

“Thank you for everything you did today. Staying and looking after me, it wasn’t necessary.”

“I was happy to.” What else could he say? That he couldn’t stay away? That the moment he’d heard she was sick, he’d forgotten about everything except an overwhelming need to come and help her?

No, he couldn’t tell her that. The way he’d blown hot and cold with her recently, it was likely she wouldn’t believe him anyway.

It was bad enough that most of the guys in the office had seen him have a conniption when Margot wasn’t at her desk. He didn’t know what he’d do if she knew as well.

Damon collected up his backpack and slung one strap over his shoulder. “Make sure you lock the door behind me.”

As he was facing her, he didn’t miss the way she rolled her eyes. Nor the way a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth drawing his attention to her full lips.

Unable to help himself, he closed the gap between them and leaned down, kissing her softly on the cheek. “See you, Meg.”

Damon opened the door and strode out, not looking back, even though everything within him wanted to.

Chapter

Nine

Margot dumped the pile of mail on her desk and popped her purse in the bottom drawer, locking it after she closed it. It had been a week since she’d been off with the migraine, and Damon had returned to acting the way he’d been before he’d spent the day at her place.

For a little while, she’d thought that maybe they’d turned a corner, and he would be a bit more open with her. He’d come, and looked after her—without her even asking him to. Or needing him to. She’d been fine. Although she couldn’t deny that the medication he’d given her had been a big help.

The guy gave her whiplash, going back over their past few encounters, she pondered the thought that he was scared to get close to her. She quickly dismissed it, though, because the man had faced down bad guys, he wouldn’t be afraid of her.

Yet maybe he was afraid of acknowledging his feelings. Of allowing their relationship to deepen because of all he’d seen and how quickly life could be over in a flash of lightning.

Sighing because she was going in circles, she picked up the first envelope, and sliced it open with the metal letter opener. The sound of the paper tearing, breaking the seal, was satisfying. She worked methodically, splitting the piles into who would get what.

Given the advent of emails being the more favored form of communication these days, the quantity of mail they received that day was surprising. Then again, sometimes it was better to work the old-fashioned way than to rely on new technology.

The last envelope was large and heavy, and addressed to her. Margot thought over the last few days, trying to recall if she’d ordered, or requested information. She couldn’t think of anything.

The seal was easy to break and she reached in, pulling out a pile of photos. Now she was even more confused. Who was sending her photos?

She gasped when she looked at the first one. Then the next. And then the next. She tossed them on her desk, not wanting to look at them anymore.

They were of her. At her home. At Tabitha’s café where she stopped most mornings to get herself a pastry. Or just to call in and say hello. Another of her coming out of her gym.

Someone was following her.

But who? She didn’t have any enemies. Not that she knew of.

Margot grabbed the envelope to see if there was a return address, which of course there wasn’t. As if the person who sent her the photos was going to give her a big heads up on who they were.

She checked inside and found a piece of paper, something that she’d missed when she first opened it.

You think you got away with it, Margot? That’s right, I know your name.

Guess what? You didn’t. I saw you.

I’m watching you now, and when you least expect it, you’re going to find that I’m not one to be messed with.

Margot read the message three times, and each time was as shocking as the first.

“Margot? What are those photos of?”

She looked up to find Reed had arrived and was leaning over the desk. Words were impossible, so she shook her head, as if he could understand what she was trying to say.