respect me enough to include me in the decision-making. Or at least tell me you’re going to override me.”
“You would have been mad.”
“I’m mad now!” I threw at him. “I’m not a pawn for you to move around your chess board.”
“That’s not what I was trying to do.”
“Yes, it really was. You wanted your way and when you didn’t get it, you went behind my back.”
“Are you not glad that Nick was there today?” he asked, incredulous.
“Of course I am! But that’s not the point. Last time we talked about it, you said we’d hold off for now. You haven’t even brought it up since.”
Finally his shoulders sank and his eyes dropped to the carpet. “I’m sorry, Libby. I should have talked to you.”
Much of the tension drained out of me. “Thank you.” That’s all I had really wanted from him, just an apology. Today had proven that having security was necessary. I was grudgingly on board with that. But I needed him to know that going over my head was never the answer. “Nick can stick around and do his thing. We can talk about the details later, but right now I’d like you to go.”
Sean had always been terrible at hiding his hurt, and it showed plainly on his face now. “You’re kicking me out?”
“I’m wound up really tight right now, and I would like to go take a bath and try to relax. I’m not kicking you out because I’m mad.” Granted my annoyance and frustration was making me sound mad, but still. “I’m kicking you out because I would like some privacy.”
That explanation seemed to take a lot of his hurt away and he nodded slowly. “Can I please give you a hug before I go?”
My eyes stung, but I nodded. He rushed over and wrapped me up in his arms. I let some of my tension seep out, allowing him to comfort me. “I really am sorry,” he said into my hair. “But I’m also really glad Nick was there for you today. I don’t want anything to happen to you. If someone hurt you because of me—”
“I’m okay.” I pulled back and looked up at him.
His face was blanketed in compassion and worry as he searched my eyes. Then he dipped his head and kissed me. He pressed three short kisses to my mouth, like he couldn’t help himself, and before I knew if I wanted to respond or not, he pulled back.
“Sorry. I’ll stop.” He hugged me once more. “Okay. I’m going.” Then he turned and walked straight to the back door, locking it before he went out.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Nick was now my constant shadow. Though to be fair, I was usually the only one who noticed him. He was adept at blending in, so I did my best to forget he was there.
I was on my lunch break, eating in my office and scrolling through social media when there was a knock on my open door.
I looked up and smiled when I saw Gemma standing there. “Hey,” I said around a bite. “Come in. Do you need something?”
She tried to smile, but it was more of a grimace. “Yeah.” She came in, closing the door behind her, and perched in the chair across from my desk, pushing her hands down the thighs of her jeans like she was drying them off. “Um. I needed to talk to you about something.”
“Okay…” Her nervousness was making me nervous.
“So.” She stared at her lap. “Um.”
This can’t be good.
“It was me,” she announced.
I was perplexed. “What was you?”
Her eyes were wet when she looked up at me. “The photo. I’m—“ She swallowed hard. “I’m the one who sold the photo.” Her voice was a bare whisper by the end of the sentence.
I was…floored. I sat there and blinked.
“I stopped by your house because I had some flowers for you, but you weren’t home, so I decided to just wait in case you’d just run out or maybe gone for a walk, since you’ve mentioned how much you like walking.” Her voice was getting faster and more unsteady as she continued. “And then your car pulled up, but you just sat there and I thought maybe you were busy talking on the phone or something, so I waited in my car. And then a guy walked out of your house, and I was so surprised that I thought maybe it was—I don’t know—a burglar or something. But then I recognized him and I got my phone out, because