~ Stephen ~
I don’t like coincidences.
And Becca feels like one.
I catch her outside the estate before she reaches her car.
“Got a minute?” I ask.
She doesn’t look surprised.
“Do I have a choice?”
“Not really.”
She sighs like I’m mildly inconvenient, not dangerous.
That pisses me off more than attitude would.
We stand a few feet apart. Close enough to read each other. But still far enough
“You’ve lived here before,” I say.
“No.”
“Yes.”
She raises a brow. “Are we arguing facts or feelings?”
“I checked,” I reply
Her expression doesn’t move.
“You checked what?”
“Old property records. Prior addresses.”
“And?”
“There’s overlap.”
“With what?”
“Your life.”
There. I said it.
She tilts her head slightly.
“That’s vague.”
“You had an address five years ago. Same district I w
