friends.â
âDarlene and Harvey, by chance?â
âYes. Youâve met them?â
Kylie nodded. âA couple of times already.â
âYeah, so all of that combined with the bad relationship he just got out of a few months agoââ
âKylie.â Both women snapped their heads toward Nate, whoâd appeared in the doorway dangling a telephone. How much of the conversation had he heard? âYou have a phone call. Your brother.â
Suzy scurried away, no doubt before she heard an earful from her boss. Kylie had no choice but to approach Nate, though. She couldnât read his expression as she took the phone and placed it at her ear. His gaze remained on her another moment before he turned and stomped back into the dining room.
Once he was out of earshot, she finally spoke into the receiver. âI thought I already called you and told you I was here and doing okay. Are you doing the overprotective thing on me again?â She tried to sound lighthearted and erase all the worry that always seemed to be present in her brotherâs voice.
âKylie.â His voice sounded serious, much more serious than sheâd expected. âYour house was ransacked last night.â
âRansacked? What do you mean? I thought the police were watching it.â That ice-cold feeling chilled her spine again. She backed away from the dining area, out of earshot.
âA cruiser was going past every ten minutes. We have noidea how the break-in happened. It almost seems like someone was watching, like they knew we were monitoring the house and waited until just the right moment to strike.â
âWas anything taken?â
âItâs hard to say. Nothing valuable. Your TV, computer, jewelry, all of those things are still there.â
âSoâ¦â Kylie couldnât finish her thought. Her mind raced with possibilities.
Her brotherâs voice softened. âNo, this doesnât appear to be a random break-in. This was mostly likely your stalker, and heâs most likely trying to figure out where you went.â Her brother paused. âDid you leave anything in your house that might give away your location, Kylie?â
Had she? Her mind replayed the events of the past few days. The only place sheâd written down her destination was in her notebook. Sheâd jotted Nateâs address and phone number, plus some quick directions her brother had given her. But then sheâd torn that page out and had brought it with her. That paper had sat in the car seat beside her on the drive here. She was sure of it.
âNo, I didnât leave anything there.â
âGood. You should still be safe there in Yorktown. Did you let Nate know whatâs going on?â
âWe talked last night.â
âIf anything at all suspicious happens, let him know. Promise me?â
âI promise.â Before they hung up, Kylie told him about the note sheâd found scribbled in her book.
Her brotherâs voice sounded stern. âKylie, be careful. I donât like this.â
She nodded. âNeither do I.â
SIX
N ate looked away from a conversation with one of his regulars and glanced at Kylie, whose face looked whiter than flour. She slowly placed the phone on the hook, and from the way her body sagged, it looked like she hung on to the wall mount to keep from sinking to the floor. He had the urge to go and help steady her, but he didnât. She seemed to like her privacy, and Nate wanted to respect that, even if he had to grip the chair to keep himself from rising.
But when Kylie looked over at Nate with strained eyes, he decided she was inviting him to help. He apologized to his customer as he hastily rose and walked into the kitchen. Kylie appeared dazed as he approached.
âEverything okay?â He slapped the dish towel over his shoulder, trying not to appear too concerned. Still, he reached out and gripped her elbow so she