Chapter Thirty-One
Hannah
Mike was stalking me.
Okay, that was harsh. But it kinda felt like it.
Friday seemed normal. He arrived, said hello and thanks for the movie, and went into the front house.
But then he was there Tuesday (Monday was Labor Day), and Wednesday, always at my lunch time. Mrs. Lindsey (couldn’t call my boss by a first name) didn’t seem to find it unusual, but I never knew him to be over this much while we dated, so come on.
come onWhen it happened Thursday, I confronted him. “Mike, this is starting to get creepy.”
“Hi, Hannah, heading out to lunch?” He closed the Camry door, sunglasses on his perfect face. Still looked damn good…though what did I expect?
“You know I am. You show up at the same time every day.”
“You wore your hair down.” He smiled.
Mostly. The
