“Sawyer, did you hear me?”
“Wh-what?” I glanced up and blinked a few times as I tried to remember what he said.
Kurt put down the bowl and stood in front of me. “What’s wrong?”
I handed him the note, and he cursed, “Fuck!”
Carefully, he placed it on the counter and picked up the phone. “Waldo, get the police over here. Someone sent a threat to Sawyer. Yes, we’re going to need to do that, also.”
I blinked over and over. “How’d that get in the mail? There’s no return address.”
“I don’t know.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sawyer
The cops came and took our statements. There wasn’t much I could say. Waldo had no clue; he hadn’t noticed it in the stack. Basically, we had zilch. Sitting on the couch, I held my cup of decaffeinated tea and tried not to get overly freaked out. The scent of warm lemons coming from the tea helped soothe me.
The fact that someone had taken the time to cut up little letters from the newspaper and use them to threaten my life sent chills through me. I knew from working with Kurt that this had happened to the band, but it was not cool at all. From what they discussed tonight, past girlfriends of band members normally got threats quickly, but it was through the fan-mail site. This had gone to my home address, which wasn’t public knowledge. The creep factor was at an all-time high and had me a little on edge.
By the way Kurt rubbed his neck and occasionally popped his knuckles, it was clear he was stressed. I took another calming sip of my tea. Maybe I shouldn’t have insisted Kurt go and talk with security when they asked for him. The nerves grew the longer I sat alone. If I called Knoah or my brother, they would know something was up and Kurt would get a call. Right now, he needed to focus on making s
ure we were safe. I touched my stomach. All is going to be okay. Daddy is going to take care of it.
“Knock. Knock.”
I smiled as Nina walked up the stairs in her jeans and a cute off-the-shoulder sweater, holding a white box with a pink bow. Her clothes were off the charts—edgy yet classy. Setting my cup of tea on the table, I said, “Hey, Nina. Come on in.”
“These just arrived. I told Kurt I would keep you company while he talked to security.”
Thank goodness. Nina would help keep my mind off everything. “Oh, what’s in the box?”
When she opened the box, the smell of mint and sugar wafted through the air. “Are those?”
“Mint chocolate chip cupcakes!” Nina plucked one out of the box. They were adorable, with little edible pearls perfectly arranged on top.
I took the offered cupcake, peeled back the paper, and took a bite. Around a mouthful, I said, “Oh, I love you to the ends of the earth. Stressful times call for sugar. Do you want one?”
“Umm…yes.” Giggling, we sat on the couch. Nina moaned as she chewed. “These are amazing.”
Thunder rolled in the background. The forecast called for sporadic rain. I felt better just having another person here with me. I needed to remain strong. If I freaked out, it wouldn’t be good for the baby or Kurt. The security team knew how to handle these types of situations.
“I heard about what happened. It’s terrible.” Nina’s comment pulled me out of my thoughts.
An image of the note popped into my mind. “Definitely not on my repeat list.”
“Mine, either.” Nina’s emerald eyes had a far-off look.
For the past few weeks, no one talked about Nina and Edge, but the sexual tension between them was off the charts. So I’d resorted to my good friend, Google. They’d been hot and heavy for a year. And then they weren’t. No explanation. No statement. Nothing. Curiosity got the best of me. Even though Kurt had told me to stay out of it, I had to ask. “This happened when you dated Edge?”
“Did Kurt or Edge tell you?”
Hurt flashed across her face, and I reached for her hand. “No, honest. I asked Kurt, and he told me to stay out of it. So instead, I googled.” My cheeks heated in embarrassment at the admission. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. It’s just I’ve felt a strong connection between you and Edge. I’m sorry.” To hopefully ease her stress, I wanted her to know what I’d found. “There wasn’t much. You guys were together, then you weren’t. Nothing else.”
Putting her half-eaten cupcake on the table, she took a deep breath. “That pretty much sums it up.”
If Nina shut me down, I would consider the subject closed. But I wanted to understand what she experienced with the threat. “Can I ask what happened?”