She’d talked to Gabe nearly every day during the week since their dinner at his house, just a few minutes here and there to check in on him, see if he’d had any other problems with Monroe she might be able to work with. But it’d been quiet. For him anyway. Even though she’d promised to keep him apprised of any uneasiness she’d felt, she wasn’t about to tell him about every single paranoid moment she’d experienced. She was certain someone was following her. She could feel his gaze on her when she was loading groceries into her trunk. When she left the fitness center. When she left the office and was walking to her car… But she’d only seen someone once. And that could’ve been just a coincidence. After all, Fairfield County wasn’t exactly a bustling metropolis. Mostly comprised of farmland and factories with the occasional cluster of houses in a suburban neighborhood, the towns in Fairfield County epitomized small-town Midwest life. The fact that she’d seen Jeremy Monroe sitting in a corner booth sipping a cup of coffee while she was at lunch with her coworkers was hardly surprising.
