I reach for Adam’s hand, and he looks down to where our fingers are tangled. “You missed me, huh?”
Matt’s words echo inside my head. “Run home to your boy toy.”
I frown.
“What is it, Tati?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I mean… Look, this may sound weird, but you didn’t happen to get any threatening messages lately, did you?”
He blinks at me with those bottle-green eyes. “Tati…”
“What?” I’m annoyed, and I’m not even sure why. It is a strange question, coming out of the blue, and now I feel like an idiot for asking.
But then he sighs. “Funny you mention that,” he says, his gaze clouding. “I did get a message. I wrote it off as a prank.”
“Oh my God, you’re not serious.” But his smile has faded. “You are. What did the message say? Where did you find it?”
My heart is hammering. I think I might hyperventilate.
He tugs on my hand, looking concerned. “Come sit down with me. It wasn’t that bad, Tati.”
I resist his tug, then give in and let him pull me to the bench outside my house. I glance at the kitchen window, then the one upstairs, in case Gigi is watching.
Nobody seems to be there.
Relaxing a little, I lean back and extricate my hand from his. Stupid, I know. I’m the one who took his hand in the first place.
I discreetly wipe my fingers on my pants.
He snorts as if I’ve done something funny, then leans back, too, looking up at the sky. “Like I said, it wasn’t anything too bad. I found a piece of paper stuck to my door this morning. It said, “Who were you with last night?””
Oh God, it does sound like the messages Matt received. “How…” I swallow hard, my throat dry. “How was it stuck to your door?”
“With tape. Why?”
“Nothing.”
“Tati… Why did you ask me this? What happened? Did someone threaten you?” He looks earnestly at me, and I soften, unable to recall or make sense of why I was so annoyed before.
“No, it’s not me.” I suck in a deep breath. “Someone has been sticking weird messages to Matt Hansen’s door.”
“Matt Hansen? The guy whose kids you look after?”
“That’s the one.”
“You don’t think it’s me, right?” He gives a sheepish smile. “The other day when you asked me why I’m interested in Matt Hansen...”
A snicker escapes me. “Oh God, no.”
“Good.” His smile widens. “Because I might have been a bit jealous of him spending time with you at first, because you’re around his house so much, but now…” He wags his brows. “Not anymore.”
I laugh outright. “You’re crazy.”
“For you.”
My laughter fades. “So… who were you with last night?”
“What?”