As frustration boiled in her belly, Jen focused on her cone, wishing that she weren’t so damn attracted to the man sitting beside her. But he was just so…sexy. And he smelled terrific—the scent of his woodsy aftershave kept wafting into her nose and giving her a head rush.
“Four months,” Cash finally said, bringing the conversation back to Brendan. “When did you realize he was nuts?”
“After he started texting me every hour.” She shook her head, the arousal plaguing her body fizzling as memories of Brendan crept in. “And if I didn’t respond, he’d call and demand to know where I was and what I was doing.”
“Sounds fun.”
“Yeah, real fun. Clingy and possessive are deal-breakers for me when it comes to relationships.”
“No kidding.”
“Once he showed me that side of himself, I knew I had to end it, and when he told me he was being transferred, it gave me the perfect opportunity to break it off. He tried convincing me to have a long-distance relationship, but I held my ground and told him it was over.”
“And he didn’t take it too well,” Cash filled in.
“Nope. He caused a huge scene at the restaurant, cursing and yelling, which was embarrassing as hell, by the way. I figured he’d cool down in a few days and get over it, but he didn’t. He started sending me long, desperate emails, texts pleading with me for another chance. He had flowers delivered to my apartment every day for a week. Finally I called him and told him to stop, making it clear that it was over.” She sighed. “He didn’t like that one bit.”
Cash’s jaw went stiff as he said, “Carson said he attacked you.”
“He grabbed me,” she admitted. “I was at a club with my friend Tessa and he followed us there. When we were leaving, Tessa was on the sidewalk hailing a cab, and Brendan just appeared out of nowhere. He grabbed my arm and begged me for another chance, and when I told him to leave me alone, he shook my shoulders and started yelling.” She couldn’t help but grin. “I kicked him in the balls and dove into the cab.”
“Good girl.” Cash’s blue eyes glimmered with approval.
“And I spent the night at Tessa’s. That sweet cabbie actually walked us to her door and made sure we locked it after him.”
She popped the last piece of waffle cone into her mouth and chewed slowly. “The next day, Brendan showed up at the jewelry store with flowers and apologized. I told him for the hundredth time that it was really over, and he seemed to accept it. But he kept up with the emails and texts, which only got angrier and creepier. Then he started leaving me handwritten notes in my mailbox.” Her chest tightened with anger. “But the last straw was breaking into my apartment. Did Carson tell you about the rose petals?”
Cash nodded.
“How freaking creepy is that?” she burst out.
She still remembered the fear shuddering through her veins when she’d walked through the door and found that trail of crimson petals. Rather than following it to her bedroom, she’d raced into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife. Then she’d called the cops and her brother, and waited out in the hall until help arrived. Fortunately, the apartment had been empty, save for the roses and the chilling note Brendan had left on her pillow. She ended up spending the night with Carson and her sister-in-law, and the next morning, Carson drove her to the station to file the restraining order.
“I can’t believe I didn’t see what a psycho he was,” she grumbled. “I must be the biggest idiot on the planet.”
Cash’s voice turned gruff. “You’re not an idiot. Guys like that know how to manipulate people. They wear this perfect mask to lure you in, and once they have you, they drop the mask and let their inner crazy shine.”
She choked out a giggle. “Inner crazy. I like it.”
His reassurance bolstered her spirits, as did the lack of pity on his face. She hated being pitied, which happened a lot in her family. Each time she failed at a job or admitted she hadn’t found her life’s direction yet, her parents stared at her with those big pitying eyes and made her feel like an even bigger failure.
They reached Cash’s building a few minutes later and hopped out of the car. Jen glanced up at the cloudless blue sky and let the sun’s rays heat her face, enjoying the balmy breeze that lifted her ponytail and tickled the nape of her neck. The one good thing about getting fired was that she didn’t have to spend the afternoon indoors, stuck behind a jewelry counter. But she knew that if she wanted to keep her apartment—and her independence—she’d have to start combing the job ads and find work ASAP.
“Let’s sit by the pool,” she suggested. “I’m not ready to go in yet.”