Wild Nights With My Brother’s Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 178

Nicole

My hands are clasped in front of me as I listen to Roman and the detective talking by the door.

I keep thinking back to the moment when I made eye contact with the faceless stalker. God, it makes me cold to the bone. The detective, a very kind and helpful man, took all the information we could give him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. We couldn’t see a face and we have no idea who it could be.

I do have an idea, but it would be too crazy to utter, sol decided to keep my mouth shut and let the authorities handle it. Then again, there’s a high chance their search won’t amount to a thing.

The only other time that I felt myself being watched was when I could’ve sworn I saw Dan staring at me in that nightclub Roman and I went to. He was gone in the blink of an eye, though, so I was sure I was imagining things.

But could it be a coincidence that there’s someone actually following us and I saw Dan the other night?! think it’s a little too crazy. If Dan had somehow escaped, we would’ve been alerted. Especially me.

I don’t want to look crazy by suggesting it could be him.

Roman touches my shoulder and I flinch before I realize it’s him. He sits right beside me and says, “Calm down,baby. It’s just me.”

“I’m sorry.” I cover my face with both hands. “I genuinely feel like i’m losing my mind, Roman.”

“You’re not. I don’t want you to worry about a thing, alright? The authorities will catch the bastard. I’ve already called several companies. I have a private investigator on it and guards all over. If the fucker even tries to get close, he’ll be caught.”

I sigh in relief, feeling much better.

Roman is watching me for an unnervingly long time, and when I turn my head to meet his gaze, he immediately says, “You’re hiding something.”

Dammit. I don’t like that he can read me so well. “No.”

“Nikki.”

“lokay. Maybe I just think…remember the night we went to that nightelub?”

“Dan,” he says right away, tensing. “You think it could be him?”

“I don’t know, Roman. Isn’t he supposed to be in jail?”

He stands up and reaches for his phone. The detective gave his number in case we needed to call about anything.

I hear Roman fill him in on what I just confessed, and moments later, he returns to my side.”There. It’s sorted. He’ll find out.”

” know I should’ve mentioned it sooner.”

“You mentioned it now. It’ll be alright.”

I lean against him and close my eyes. How crazy would it be if it were actually Dan? I know that people escaping from prison isn’t as common anymore, but what if something crazy like that happened? I’d lose my mind with fear.

But at least I’d be right about seeing him.

Several minutes later, Roman’s phone rings and he reaches for it quickly. He freezes when he stares at the screen, though, and then declines the call.

I know it wasn’t the detective. He would’ve answered it.

I can’t have that happen.I drive to the mansion, hoping I won’t get lost because I was only there twice. My jaw is set. I’m still trying to figure out what I’ll say when I get there but it’ll come to me when I get there. I know it will.

Forty-five minutes later, I’m parking in front of the gate and a security guard approaches me. It’s not the same guy Angus bribed the other day.

“Hi,” I say. “I’m here to speak to Miss Emeralda Garcia.

Could you tell her I’m outside?”

“Your name?”

“Nicole Monroe.”

As he walks away, I realize that there’s a high chance she’ll refuse to see me. I wait in the car with high hopes, though, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel to distract myself.

My heart’s beating pretty fast. I watch the guard walk toward the gate again and perk up.

He opens the gate without saying another word to me. I’ll take this as a good sign that we can come to an agreement. I park the car, get out, and when I reach the front door, I find Emeralda already standing there with her hand on her belly.

We stare at each other for several beats. I look her up and down, noting the changes. She’s thin, so much that I’m not sure how she can carry her enormous belly.What has she been doing to herself?

“I thought we could talk,” I tell her.

Smiling, Emeralda opens the door wider and gestures for me to head inside. As I walk past her, I ask myself what the hell she’s smiling about.