Stalked by the Marine : Safe Stalker Romance (Dearly Devoted Book 3) by Cassi Hart

Author:Cassi Hart [Hart , Cassi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-09-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Erin

Something feels unsettling as I step into my apartment after getting home.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was because Don was so forceful when I was trying to leave the house, but as awful as that is, it’s something I’m used to. No, this weird feeling is related to something else.

Maybe it shouldn’t bother me that Caleb knows I live in an apartment, but it does. I mean, I guess he knows I work at a diner so it would make sense that with my wages, I wouldn’t be able to afford a house. But still, the way he’d said it made him sound so sure. And that makes me uneasy for some reason.

A little meow hits my ears as I start flicking lights on in my unit, and I see Snowball pad out from the bedroom. She walks up to me and starts rubbing herself around my feet as I try to untie my shoes.

“Hi Snowball,” I coo. “I missed you too.”

She chirps up at me, trying to get her head under my palm for scritches as I finally slip a shoe off.

“So impatient. I know I was late getting home, but I wasn’t that late getting home,” I murmur. “Let’s get you fed.”

Snowball rubs her little body around my ankles even more now that my shoes are off, nearly tripping me as we go to the kitchen, but I’m smart enough to keep a hand on the wall for balance. She does this every time I get home, no matter how late I am. Adopting her was a great idea, because moments like this help me forget all of my stresses and worries.

Moments after I put food and fresh water in her bowls, there’s a knock at the door. When I check the peephole, I see that it’s Caleb, and my heart seizes in my chest.

I look down at my phone and check my message history.

Oh my god.

In my haste to get home and start my evening routine, I forgot to text Caleb my address.

And yet … he’s here. That’s definitely him on the other side of my door. No one else is that massive, that handsome, that dark and brooding.

H-how does he know where I live?

There’s another knock at the door, and I hear an achingly familiar voice say, “Erin, it’s me. Can I come in?”

I wrack my brain for reasons why he might know where I live, but I come up with nothing. I think about all of the times he’s come into the diner, all of the times coworkers pointed out that he was looking at me.

I think about the moments we shared in the garden shed. How he said he wanted to make me his.

I think he’s been following me.

I mean, how else would he know where I live? I don’t have any location sharing apps on my phone, and I’ve never mentioned where I live to him. My heart pounds in my chest as I listen to Caleb knock on my door again.

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