Forbidden With Me - Leigh Lennon Page 0,65

and when my mind pulls up a big fat zero, I begin to break out in a sweat.

Wells’s phone vibrates, and a low slew of curse words can be heard under his breath. “Hold tight. I’ll be back.” But before he leaves, I see the name of the person calling him, Leela Cesarea, and my body, already betraying me with sweats, begins to shake in anger.

I know the name, hell, the greater Pacific Northwest knows the name. I’ve not brought her up because their fling was over, according to his Facebook page. He never advertised it much, and neither had she, but he’d posted in a relationship, and with my stalking, I’d gotten good at figuring out who it was.

I stay in my seat, my mind back on the basic grammar as I complete a take-home test to show me my strengths and weakness in this class. With a whoosh of air, I’m expecting my police angel to sit down next to me, but when I look over, it’s Kenzie.

“Hey, hon, we’ve gotta go. Wells is outside.” She begins to pack up my bag for me, pulling at my syllabus and placing my binder in it. “Come on, honey.” Kenzie’s a sweet woman, yet certainly not one to be messed with. She pulls at my elbow and urges me out of the room.

I spot Wells right away, and he’s on a mission to get to me as he runs to empty the space between us. “Come on, sweetheart, we’ve got to hurry.”

“Wells?” My heart begins to pound. Have they found the man? I’m out of breath and can’t form the words.

“The media has caught wind of the story, and an old friend of mine gave me the heads-up. They’re on their way to the university to bombard you, and I don’t want you in the spotlight.” What if they come after Wells? I can’t entertain this thought.

“Your old girlfriend was the one to break the story?” Am I mad, jealous, or scared? Who knows, but I’m every way of pissed off, this is more than just my life. Poor Greenlyn had to move, and thankfully the university is paying the offset of a single room.

“Someone has done some digging on me, I see. So let’s table this to discuss at a better time. I don’t want you bombarded.”

In my almost run to keep up with him, we make it to his car. Opening the passenger door for me, I love the almost chivalrous nature of this man. Even in life and death cases or that of a mob of reporters about to descend on us.

I buckle myself when Wells turns on his car, whipping out of the parking spot immediately. “Now, do you want to tell me what that little jealous comment was about?”

Oh, on top of chivalry, I guess we’re going to dissect my comment about Leela Cesarea. “I saw her name and just got a little predatorial,” I admit, and his little grin has me smiling, too.

“What has you all happy over there?” I ask.

“You’ve been catfishing me, haven’t you?”

I begin to put on my Academy award-winning persona to lie straight through my teeth. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit, but I’ll say it’s cute.” His hand touches my knee, and we ride in peaceful comfort like this on the way back to his house.

“What do you want for lunch since we’re here for the day?” he asks, rounding the corner to enter the guest room.

“Mal, sweetheart, I’m making a turkey, ham, and salami sandwich, would you like one? Or I can make you anything, really.”

I’m half thinking of the psycho, remembering a memory from the past, and when I answer, it’s the reason I ask for something different. “Do you have ramen?” My mom used to make it for me whenever I was down. She only let me have it once in a while. She was not one to let us splurge on anything that wasn’t healthy or organic. But when I was sick, all bets were off.

“I’m a bachelor. It’s safe to say I have it.” He drops a kiss on my forehead and leaves me to myself for now.

I never asked for this, but it continues to happen to me.

I pull out my phone to check on Greenlyn when another text pops up out of nowhere.

Blocked number: I know where you are. You think you can run from me? No, you can’t. You never will be able to. We’re meant to be. The