All Chapters of Pelican Bay Security: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Crispin's eyebrows fall, looking at me harder than he did earlier."August twelfth, to be exact. My best friend in the entire world threw me the biggest bachelorette party you've ever seen. We planned on having a quiet wedding out of the city with our friends and family. Keep it simple, you know.""One day I had a 5k scheduled, but came home earlier than expected."Crispin's eyes hold sympathy, but he hasn't heard anything yet. "And?"I laugh, the sound harsh and jaded like I've become since that fateful night. "I walked in my apartment to find my best friend, Elizabeth, in bed with my fiancé, Ben.""Wow," Crispin says. "Are you sure?"Like I wouldn't double check that one for myself. "They weren't sleeping." His dick had still been wet.I take another pause, but Crispin doesn't ask extra questions."It'd been going on for a long time. Elizabeth even accused me of stealing Ben from her.""How did you steal him if he was your fiancé?"The memories of times so far ago

His words remind me of my brother's flower gardens and my head ticks a few inches to the right to peer out the window and see the patterned grass Crispin has given back to the place. It's possible there is more to my brother's obsessive need over his flowers than wanting something pretty in his yard."Do you want to eat at the table or in the living room?" Crispin asks."Do you have Netflix?" There is no better way to find out the merit of a man than to see what he's favorited on his Netflix queue. I can't go with the flow like Harley, but I can snoop better than the FBI.... The next night Crispin's truck idles on the side of the road in front of my house after he took the time to back out of his driveway and park at the mailbox and then run up and knock on my door. He then walks me to the truck and holds the door open. It's quite unnecessary but appreciated."This makes it official, you know," he says as soon as he's taking his rightful seat in the truck and we start down

His back hunches over and his breathing is wild, all of it coming from his mouth and not his nose like it should in proper form. "Who?"I slow my pace further, not only to tell him the full story, but so Crispin can catch his breath and not pass out on the sidewalk. "My ex. He's sending me text messages and pictures." I'd left those details out the day I'd told him about my history with Ben."Pictures of what?" Crispin asks in one complete sentence, getting control over his breathing."You don't want to know.""I think I do."I've been working so hard to keep the thoughts to myself, so as the story comes out, I pick up the pace making Crispin follow. "It's my ex. I don't understand why, but whenever he's been drinking, he texts me messages with pictures of him and Elizabeth. Definitely inappropriate pictures you wouldn't put on Facebook." Nothing to the level of being porny or anything, but that doesn't mean I want to see them."Argh," he huffs."I would block his number,

My eyes widen, and I bite my tongue so I don't laugh. "Oh my word, get back inside and sit. What are you doing answering the door?" I follow him inside, shutting it behind me and wait until he's sitting on the couch in front of the TV before I walk farther in. A video game is paused on the screen, a dragon frozen as it swoops down in the sky, ready to blow fire at his character."Are you okay? Have you seen a doctor? How bad is it?" The questions fly out of me and I forget all about the reason I came over originally.He props his legs up on the coffee table in front of him and leans back. "No, just irritation. I wrapped them to keep the medicine on. Ridge made me take the day off work and I had to miss a big stakeout, but now that you're here, things are turning out for the better."I refuse to let my cheeks turn pink because then he'd know I like him a little more than I should. Definitely more than I imagined I'd ever like anyone again. "A stakeout? I thought you installed secu

The operator answers quickly, taking down my address and the nature of my call without an issue. "Remember, it's not a real emergency," I say again before she promises me an officer is on the way, letting me hang up while I wait.Warmth has taken over the kitchen and I don't want to be in the same space as the box and the message. The thought of sharing a space turns my stomach. My fingers stick together as I walk out of the house and use the garden hose to spray the red substance from my hands.A black SUV pulls into my driveway right as I'm about to sit on the front porch, my hands wet and my body shaking. A tall man wearing a long brown trench coat approaches, looking like a man on a mission."Are you Ms. Donovan with the box?" he asks casually.I nod. "Yes.""I'm Detective Anderson. Would you show me the box in question?" His voice is soothing, but it doesn't take away my jitters."Okay," I whisper, leading him into the kitchen. "What you see is all I know. There wasn't