I dropped to sit on the bed, holding the freaky contraption in my hand.
What the actual hell was this?
It was some sort of scary-looking baby doll shoved inside a condom.
I picked up my phone and typed as quickly as my fingers would allow.
Me: This is bad.
Montana: Are the condoms a size mini?
Me: Focus, Monny. Charles has a doll shoved inside a condom in his nightstand drawer. Operation Bang It Out isDonezo. He’s a serial killer.
Blakely: Screenshot please.
I took a fast picture, dropped the weird doll back in the drawer, and quickly got dressed, leaving his dress shirt on the bed. I needed to get out of here, pronto.
Montana: This is alarming.
Blakely: Maybe he was wrapping her in a cocoon like a butterfly?
I did not have time to respond. I sprinted through the house, blew out the candles, told Alexa to zip it, and ran toward the back door.
“You’re leaving?” Charlie’s voice called out just as he entered through the front door.
“Sorry!” I shouted. “Wedding emergency. I’ll have to take a rain check.”
I raced toward my car, then zipped down the driveway like I was running from the law.
Because there would be no rain check.
Call it self-sabotage.
Call it whatever you want.
But that condom doll had me running for the hills.
Chapter Fourteen
Charlie
I should have known this woman was up to something. It was always some sort of game with her. She’d been the one to push for this, and then she’d fled without even giving me a second glance.
This was why I didn’t mess around with women I knew.
Violet was anything but simple.
Yes, I was attracted to her.
But the woman was giving me whiplash.
One minute she’s trying to seduce me, and the next she can’t stand the sight of me.
I walked down the hall to my bedroom, where I found my dress shirt lying on the edge of the bed.
Had she changed her clothes?
My bedroom smelled like pine, and I glanced at the candle sitting on the dresser, noting the wax was still melted.
