To further complicate matters, we no longer knew each other. Under normal circumstances, I didn’t make friends easily. Letting Grant back into my life, even on a minor level, would be challenging. The truth was…I was petrified. I did the best I could to hide my emotions and turned to face him. I skipped the pussyfooting and spoke directly. “How long have you been watching me?” I asked with conviction. Grant skipped the pussyfooting as well. He didn’t blink, nor did his emotionless face portray any signs of surprise or discomposure as he passed me my breakfast. “About three weeks. How did you know?” Kyle had been the one who’d put the notion in my head just before I walked out of his office the day before. He had stalked Emmy before pretending to stumble upon her in a bar the night their “relationship” began. He had stalked Lily when she started working for him and he started having feelings for her. In his book, stalking equaled caring. “Just remember,” Kyle had said distractedly as I stood in the open door to his office. “There are rarely actual coincidences in real life. It probably won’t be the last time you see him.” I knew he was most likely right. I was convinced that Grant had not just bumped into me, and there was no use in pretending otherwise. “Philly is the fifth largest city in the United States,” I said to him. “It’s the third largest city on the east coast. You don’t just run into someone you haven’t seen for thirteen years in a city of over one and a half million people.” “It’s possible.” “Possible, but unlikely. Why did you pretend that the other day was the first day you saw me?” Gently, he took my elbow and gestured for us to walk. I pulled my arm away from him but walked beside him as I waited for his response. “I didn’t pretend,” he said. “I just didn’t advertise the fact that I had been watching you.” “You lied. You said you had been thinking about me since the first time you saw me in the coffee shop.” “I did not lie. I had been thinking about you since the first time I saw you in the coffee shop. I just didn’t mention when that was.” I could have picked that apart and made it clear that lying by omission was still lying, but that would take us off track. There were still answers that I wanted before we had to part ways. “How did you know I would be at that coffee shop when you first saw me?” “I didn’t.” He shrugged. “I had your address and your place of employment. It took me a couple weeks to figure out your morning route.” He looked down at me curiously. “You don’t take the same route to go home.” My skin crawled with the knowledge that someone had been following me without my knowledge for weeks. He knew what time I left for work, the path my feet took to get me there, where I stopped for breakfast, and even what I ordered. He knew that I walked home a different way, though I doubted that he knew why I did that… I wouldn’t have been surprised if he knew about my Tuesday night meetings with Kyle, and the takeout places I ordered from. If Grant could do it, anyone could do it. Who else could be following me around as I walked about oblivious and stupid? “Why did you do all that?” I asked angrily. “Why not just call me or send me a letter? My email is on the company website. You could have sent me an email. Why go through all that trouble and do something so creepy and psychotic?” Distracted by our conversation and my emotions, I started to step into the street without looking. Grant reacted quickly, binding his arms around my waist and pulling me back onto the curb just as a car entered the space I had been occupying only two seconds before. I had been surprised, but not frightened by the possibility of death by car. There were worse ways to die, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t died before. The irregular beating of my heart had nothing to do with my near folly, and everything