Blind Date(45)

He smiles. "Of course we can. You can't get rid of me that easily."

I beam at him, and step forward for a hug when he comes in for one. "I'll call you soon, see how you're doing," he says, letting me go.

"That would be great, and I really am sorry."

He winks at me. "Don't be. Talk to you soon."

He leaves my apartment, and I lock the doors behind him. Only ten minutes later a knock sounds out. Narrowing my eyes, I rush over and call out, "Who is it?"

"Ah, it's Greg Jefferson."

Greg?

Should I open the door?

My gut twists. How did he find my apartment? How does he even know where to look? My skin prickles and I pull out my phone, preparing to dial Ace. "I'm sorry, I'm not opening the door," I say, double-checking the lock is fully in place.

"I'm not here to bother you … "

"How did you find my address?"

"I," he hesitates. "It isn't hard to find someone's address. I just want to talk, I promise I'm not here to make a scene."

It isn't hard to find someone's address?

What the hell?! Who just shows up to someone's apartment randomly?

"Please leave, I'm calling the police."

"That's what I wanted to talk about," he calls through the door. "They've called me in for an interview and I wondered why. They said it was in regards to you. What have you said about me?"

I'm uneasy. He might be telling the truth, he might have absolutely nothing to do with what's been going on, but the fact of the matter is that he's gone to the effort of finding out where I live, and coming over here. That doesn't sit right with me, and because of that, my uneasiness continues to grow.

"You need to leave. Police business is police business."

"I'd like to know what you're running around saying," he says, his voice a little harder than I'm comfortable with.

"I'm calling the police … " I say back.

"I don't know why you're creating trouble for me, but I won't have it … "

"Dialing right now!" I yell.

"I'm leaving," he snaps. "Be careful what stories you're spinning. I'd hate to get into trouble for something I didn't do."

I don't like this. At all.

I dial Ace once, but it goes to voicemail so I leave a quick message. "Ace, Greg came by my apartment and I didn't like how he was behaving. Can you call me?"

"Yeah, call the cops," Greg shouts. "Waste of my time, you were. If I get into trouble for something I haven't done, you'll pay."

I don't say anything more, I just wait, listening. I hear the door to the stairs slam, and only then do I unlock the door and peek outside. He's gone. My heart is racing. That wasn't normal. Not at all. The fact that he found my address makes me extremely uneasy.

I lock the door again, and wait for Ace to return my call. When he does, I inform him about Greg and he tells me he's moving the questioning forward-after he spent ten minutes demanding to know everything he said and dropping a few choice curse words at the audacity of Greg. Midway through our call, Taylor turns up, so I hang up with Ace, grateful my best friend is here right now. My heart is still racing from the encounter.

When Taylor skips in with two coffees and some muffins, it eases a little. I've been so busy with everything happening, I've hardly had the chance to talk to her. I haven't told her about Ace's suspicions yet, because he told me to keep it to myself as much as possible.


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But she's my best friend.

I know I can trust her.

And I really need someone to talk to right now.

"Hey." I smile. "Gosh, I'm happy to see you."

"How is everything?" she asks, setting the coffees down.

"Greg just showed up."

She jerks and looks at me. "What? Why? How did he find your address?"

"I don't know, but he was going on about me getting him into trouble with the police. I told Ace, but I'm still really creeped out."

"Do you think he's behind this?"

I shrug. "I don't know, but it's all getting out of hand. It's been a crappy few days. I had to end it with Jacob today, too."

She spins around, giving me a look. "Why?"

I shrug. "Honestly, he was a really nice guy, but he just wasn't the guy for me. He was,-gosh, I'm going to sound like a terrible person for saying this-but he was just too nice. Don't get me wrong, I like nice, but  …  he just wasn't sparking anything inside me. At all."

She rolls her eyes. "You can't force chemistry."