She’d been hoping to hear Easton come after her. If only he’d tell her to stop—that he didn’t truly want to kick her out in the middle of the night in the city, especially not with a strange man screaming out on the street. And yet there she was, moments later, alone with her insane stalker—her neighbor Blake. Blake stared at her as if she’d appeared outside by magic. “What are you looking at?” she asked, and then she headed quickly down the front steps and past Blake as she decided to head for the corner and see if she could catch a taxi. “Please, wait a second,” Blake called out desperately, rushing after her. Kennedy was crying, both out of sadness and anger at Easton for heartlessly kicking her out of his home, and frustration and humiliation that Blake had created problems in her life yet again. “Don’t follow me, asshole!”
