Page 10 of The Rose and the Hound (Ashes and Roses #2)
I was slipping. I could feel it. I was starting to romanticize.
The dress was obviously not from Gloria, and I was suddenly glad I hadn’t seen her the past few days and embarrassed myself by offering my thanks for gifts she hadn’t sent.
She must be away or something because I knocked on her door yesterday to thank her and there was no answer.
Glenn Maxwell was in the hall and informed me that he was collecting her mail for the next week.
He cast his eyes up and down my body when he spoke to me.
Ew. Just ew. Even someone as love starved as me found him creepy.
Surely he wasn’t the anonymous gift sender?
I didn’t think he was. The gifts didn’t creep me out.
They made me feel cherished. Someone cared enough to send me things to brighten my day.
My life. I felt warm inside and a little thrilled by the mystery of it all.
I wanted to reciprocate but I had no idea who this person was.
I should tell Dr. Warren about the dress, but I hadn’t even told her about the drink bottle.
She would read something into my reaction.
This wasn’t a delusion though. Someone else was initiating. Someone was seeking out my attention.
If it turned out the gifts were from Glenn Maxwell, I’d vomit, but that didn’t seem likely.
This man was more likely to send a vibrator than the beautiful gifts I’d received.
Actually, he was more likely to not spend a cent and instead just lick his lips at me or something.
No. This definitely wasn’t a Glenn thing.
As I took a late afternoon jog, I got the sense that I was being watched.
I looked around. Nothing but parked cars and some kids hanging around outside a nearby takeaway place.
Could someone be watching me from the car?
I dismissed the thought. Paranoia had never been a thing for me, and I wasn’t about to make it one now.
But still, I could almost feel eyes on me.
It was a strange feeling. A gut feeling.
I did a few stretches and went inside for a shower and a cool drink from my new drink bottle. I must tell Ace that it doesn’t leak.