Secret Admirer by Cynthia Eden

Author:Cynthia Eden [Eden, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Hocus Pocus Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2018-05-29T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The phone rang, jarring Alice from the light sleep she’d finally managed to get. She was in Zander’s bed, fully dressed and on top of the covers, and when her phone rang, she jerked upright.

It rang again and vibrated across the bedside table. She flipped on the light and reached for her phone even as the bedroom door flew open.

Zander had gotten there fast. Very fast.

As if he’d just been standing right outside of the bedroom door.

She looked at the screen. “Unknown caller.” Her stomach immediately clenched. Oh, God. This is it.

Zander hurried toward the bed. “Put it on speaker when you answer the call.”

She nodded and swallowed the lump in her throat. Her finger slid across the phone’s screen as she answered, and she quickly tapped the option to put the caller on speaker. “H-hello?” She hated the stutter of her voice, but Alice was afraid.

Silence. No…wait, had that been the rush of wind?

Zander motioned with his hand for her to speak again.

“Hello?” Her voice was stronger now. “Who is this?”

“Did you get my flowers?”

She sucked in a sharp breath. The voice was robotic, and she knew the caller was using some sort of distorter.

“Alice, I’ve missed you.”

“Who is this?” Alice demanded again.

He laughed. Because of the robotic sound, the laughter was like nails sliding down a chalkboard. “You know.”

“No, I have no clue.” She found herself staring at Zander. Somehow, looking into his eyes helped to calm her fear. “And I don’t have your flowers. The FBI has them.”

More laughter. “Of course, I wanted them to know I was here.”

Here…in the same town with her. Hunting her.

“And you know who I am, Alice.” The volume of the voice decreased. A rough, metallic whisper told her, “I’m your Secret Admirer.”

Goosebumps covered her arms. She was supposed to keep the guy talking. Zander had sent out a text as soon as she picked up the phone, and Alice knew the FBI agents were trying to track the call. She had to keep the guy talking. “Hugh Collins was the Secret Admirer. He’s dead. He’s—”

“Was he?” More of that laughter. “I’m your Secret Admirer. I think you’re perfect, Alice. Absolutely perfect.”

Her breath sawed in and out, and she knew he’d hear the desperate pants. “Where are you?”

“Look out your bedroom window, and you’ll see.”

What?

She saw Zander fire out a quick text.

“Come on, Alice. Do it. Look out your window and tell me what you see.”

She didn’t know what to do. Obviously, she couldn’t look out her window. She wasn’t in her bedroom. Agent Cara McCoy was in her bedroom. “I’m not playing your game.” There. That sounded good. “I’m hanging up the phone, and I’m calling the authorities. You stay away from me, do you understand? Keep your sick, twisted—”

“She’ll die.”

Alice’s heart seemed to stop.

“She’s not you. None of them were you, and I’m tired of the weak substitutes. So I’ll trade. You for her.”

“Who?” Her voice was too high. Too shocked. Too scared.

Zander reached for her left hand. His fingers curled around hers.

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