It really has been too long.
What time do you want me there?
VICTOR
How does five sound?
DANI
It sounds perfect. See you then!
VICTOR
See you then.
And Jason says hello.
DANI
Hi, Jason! See you tonight!
I set aside my phone, trying to decide what I’m going to do with the rest of my day. Yes, I have dinner plans in less than four hours, but it’s not going to take me that long to get ready.
I wrinkle my nose when I remember that I have to go back to my apartment and make a list of everything.
Fuck. That’s going to take forever.
As much as I don’t want to do it, I need to put on my big girl pants and get it over and done with.
First, I need to pee and take a shower, then find something to wear in Maya’s closet since all of mine were ripped to shreds. I guess shopping for a new wardrobe will have to go onto my to-do list as well.
Fuck my life.
One step at a time,I remind myself.
It won’t do me any good to start freaking out already. So, I climb out of bed and scurry over to the bathroom.
Forty-five minutes later, I’m dressed in one of Maya’s dresses that’s so short on me, it’s almost indecent, and standing outside my apartment with the day shift head of security, David.
“If you’re not ready to do this, you can do it later,” he assures me. “I know they want you to do it today, but they can’t force you to.”
I shake my head. “No, I want to get this over with so I can move on with my life. The one good thing is I keep a meticulous record of everything I own for insurance purposes, so all I have to do is go through the list. My friend let me borrow her tablet, which will also make it easier.”
For the next two hours or so, we sift through the remains of my belongings, checking off each item on my list. The one thing we don’t find is my underwear, and that freaks me the fuck out—even more than having my apartment broken into.
My stalker being a panty thief makes me think they want something sexual with me, and that’s not something I’m okay with.
I drop off the report at the police station, and then I head over to Victor and Jason’s house. It’s not until I park in their driveway that I realize they have no idea what happened last night.
I hadn’t wanted to bother them about it when it happened, but I probably should’ve told them this morning.
That’s going to put a damper on our evening.
Sighing, I climb out of the car and toss my bag over my shoulder. Before I shut the door, my phone dings, and I pull it out to find a text from Andrés.
ANDRÉS
Good morning, mi reina.
