“Rebecca, this is serious. I think you need to go to the police here in Cambridge.”
“Apparently.” She shivered as she closed the file, unwilling to look at it another moment. She wasn’t sure about calling the cops, either. They were already involved in investigating the cause of the fire. If it was arson, they would find out.
Telling them she thought her apartment had been trashed before the fire would only distract them from solving the cause of the fire. Plus, she wasn’t in the mood to enlighten Griffen or Miles about the state of her apartment. And this e-mail? It would push them both over the edge.
Overprotective would be too mild a term to describe how they would react. They’d probably put her on twenty-four hour surveillance and make her quit her job.
Not gonna happen.
Too bad the picture inside that folder was fantastic, a raw expression of all three of their open emotions. She cringed to think about it.
It was also a violation of her privacy, as well as Miles’ and Griffen’s. The men were going to flip.
She was quite certain angry spirits weren’t capable of sending e-mails, no matter what their aim was. And clearly someone or something was trying to get Rebecca’s attention.
For what purpose?
No real harm had been done—if she discounted the fire.
What was the point of shredding her shirt, tossing her apartment, and sending half-naked pictures of her to her boss?
If someone was trying to tell her something, the message was not loud and clear.
The entire day was spent scrambling around in her mind, trying to make sense of the illogical. Someone must have found her relationship distasteful or immoral. Did they intend to get her fired? And how the hell had they found out about her relationship with Miles and Griffen so fast?
Rebecca was lucky Marian was open-minded and didn’t make Rebecca feel judged.
And tossing her apartment and the house? Were they warnings? From humans, shifters, or spirits? Someone wanted to scare her. That was undeniable.
And they’d succeeded.
But why?
Chapter Twenty-One
Griffen glanced at his mate several times on the way back to his apartment that afternoon. He gripped the steering wheel firmly.
Something was wrong.
She was distracted. She said very little and spent most of the ride staring out the window, chewing on her lower lip.
She had something to say. In fact, she’d been preoccupied the entire day. Every time he attempted to communicate with her, she put him off, saying she was busy. But he felt there was more to it. He knew her work was demanding, but he sensed her underlying stress at the same time. Miles did too.
He left her to her thoughts until they were safely ensconced in his apartment. Then he took her purse, set it on the table, and wrapped her in his arms. “Talk to me, baby.” He tipped her head back. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
She shook her head. “I’m just tired. And I need to go for a run.” She wiggled free of him and padded to his bedroom where her belongings were now neatly piled on top of his dresser.
When she saw her clean clothes arranged and folded, she spun around. “You did my laundry.”
He grinned. “Yep. Took me three products to get all the black out of almost everything you owned, but I succeeded.”
Tears filled her eyes, and her lip quivered as she threw herself in his arms and held him tight.
He threaded his fingers in the underside of her braid and held her tight. “Hey. Baby. You okay?”
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she leaned back, faking a smile. Then she gave up and buried her face in his chest again. And she cried. She cried for so long he grew nervous.
But he didn’t release her. He continued to cradle the back of her head with one hand and stroked up and down her spine with the other.
When she was spent, she hiccupped a few times and then pushed away from him and turned to grab a pile of tissues off the bedside table.
His shirt was soaked with her tears, and he didn’t give two fucks. All he cared about was making sure she was okay. He took her hand and led her to the adjoining bathroom, where he lifted her to set her on the counter and then grabbed a washcloth, wet it, and wiped her face.
She smiled wanly at him when he finished as he pushed her legs apart and settled against the counter between them. “Better?” he asked as he cupped her face and tipped her head back.
She nodded. “Sorry.”
“No need to be sorry. Tell me what this is all about.”
She shrugged. “I’m just overwhelmed, I guess. And stressed.”
“Can’t imagine why?” He grinned huge at his teasing.
She swatted playfully at his arm and closed her eyes as she set her forehead against his chest. “I’m tired. Work was busy. My apartment was burned down. I found out I have not one, but two men who intend to spend the rest of their lives with me. And, as if that isn’t enough, they’re both wolf shifters.”