Mister Wrong by Mika Lane

Author:Mika Lane [Lane, Mika]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Headlands Publishing
Published: 2019-03-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

JAMES

I woke to find Dove and I tangled together like pretzels in our magic little beach house, my phone ringing to pull me out of a deep slumber. Without moving her, I reached for it and saw it was my housekeeper, Eva.

“Hello?”

“Mr. James, somebody threw a rock through the kitchen window.” Her voice was high and breathy.

I gently unwound myself from Dove and sat up. “What? When?”

“I was cleaning upstairs and I heard a crash. I ran downstairs and there was broken glass all over the kitchen, and the window over the sink was gone. Broken. On the floor was a huge rock.”

Who the hell would throw a rock through my kitchen window? And why?

“Mr. James, I’m scared. I don’t like this. Not one bit,” she rambled.

“Okay, Eva, calm down. Are you okay?”

She’d been with me so long she was part big sister, part mother. I knew her well enough to know it didn’t take much to spook her superstitious side.

Dove sat up in bed, yawning, and pulled the covers up. “What’s wrong?” she whispered.

Eva continued. “I am okay, but your window is not. It is strange. Very strange. I am afraid, Mr. James.”

Was my broken kitchen window somehow connected to Dove’s broken car window? Were these things were more than just a coincidence? Could it have been neighborhood kids up to no good? To be honest, I’d been a prankster, myself, back in the day, but throwing a rock through a kitchen window was dangerous. Not an average kid’s idea of fun.

“Eva, I’m going to call the window guy and get him to come out and fix it. Will you wait for him to get there?”

“Mr. James, I don’t want to. I feel scared. Very scared. I don’t want to be here alone in the dark.”

“All right,” I replied, thinking. It was already getting late, and I doubted anyone could stop by that quickly. “Let’s just leave the window as is, and we’ll get it fixed tomorrow. Is everything else okay?”

She hesitated. “I think so. Oh, wait. More flowers were delivered today.”

What?

“Are you serious?” I wanted to ask for more detail but didn’t want to alert Dove, who was looking right at me, trying to figure out what was going on.

“But the funny thing is, Mr. James, is that this time they were different.”

“What do you mean?”

“This time, when they were dropped on the front porch, the red roses were all dead.”

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