The next morning, Ashley let Josh take the first shower while she checked her email. One stood out, and her hand trembled as she clicked on it.
You were warned. This is your fault.
You were warned. This is your fault.The email was a throwaway fake address, but she sent the email to her printer to give to Nelson.
“Something wrong?” Josh strode into the bedroom, naked apart from the towel wrapped around his waist.
“A love letter from my stalker,” Ashley said. “I’m printing it now.”
Josh retrieved the single page and frowned as he read the message.
“He’s done something else.” Ashley’s gut tangled in knots. “I’m so over this.”
“Take a shower. Get ready for your day. We’ll worry about things when we meet them.” Josh claimed a slow kiss, giving her comfort and diverting her mind, for an i
