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screen and then at Cain. Tears filled my eyes before I could even think of what to say. He grabbed me and pulled me to him. I took a deep breath, determined not to cry, and just stared at the computer.
    Cain moved his finger over the mouse pad. The screen was frozen, displaying half of the picture of me in Christopher’s shirt and the picture of Cain and I. I stared back from the monitor, my hair half-hiding my face, the bottom of the shirt bunched up in my hands playfully, showing a tiny sliver of pink underwear. Cain’s face reddened slightly and he closed the computer quietly.
    We just looked at one another. I didn’t know what he was thinking; or even what I was thinking, for that matter. I blurted out, “Those pictures were on my laptop, the one that was stolen. I had forgotten all about them…and the last one…someone is watching us.”
    “Someone is watching you. I don’t like this. I think I should stay tonight.”
    “What? No, you can’t do that. You need to go home and get some rest. That meeting is at 9:30 and you’ve got to be on your toes. I’ll be fine.”
    “Jennifer, whoever has your computer is following you. They know what you are up to. They may be out there now.”
    “Cain, I’ll be fine. I’ll call you, or Reese, or hell, even my father, if I need help. I promise. You need to be ready for tomorrow. Promise me you won’t worry.”
    “Ok.” Cain reluctantly agreed. “Tell me, are there other pictures like that? Why is this person sending them to you?”
                  “No, Cain. The others are pretty boring, just me and Christopher—a bunch of pictures from college and some weekends with friends. Obviously this person wants to humiliate me and it seems like they are trying to scare me aware from you, for some reason.”
    Cain ran his fingers through his hair. I could tell he was having second thoughts about leaving. “On second thought, come stay with me. I think that’s the best idea.”
    “I can’t do that—I am not going to let this person win. Somehow, he knows about the hell Christopher put me through, and he thinks he can hurt you through me. I can’t have that.” I became more convinced the more I talked.
    “Are you sure? Should you call Aimee, or Reese, maybe?”
    “I am absolutely sure. Now go home and get some rest.” I grabbed his hands and looked at his face. I could detect the slight, dark shadows that had gathered under his eyes. It didn’t matter; he was still the most handsome man I had ever seen. I had to stand on tiptoe to kiss him; I was barefoot, without benefit of my usual high heels. He grabbed my bottom and pulled me close to him. “You call me if you hear a leaf fall. Ok?”
    I nodded and he kissed the top of my head. “You got your phone?”
    He smiled. “Yes, I have it. I mean it. You call me.”
    I smiled at him and closed the door behind him, securing the deadbolt.
    I sat and waited to watch Cain’s big black car slide out of my parking lot and down the hill. I checked all the doors and windows before I went back to the dishes. Within thirty minutes, I crawled into bed. I left the bathroom light on and the door ajar—for the first time since I was a kid. I opened the wooden drawer of my nightstand and reached for the small can of pepper spray I kept hidden there. I had taken a course a few summers ago on how to use it properly. I had been pretty fast then, and I hoped I remembered how to use it properly.
    After some fitful tossing and turning, I eventually fell asleep, somewhat happy. I could still smell Cain’s cologne on my skin.

Chapter Five
    The sun was barely up when my eyes popped open. I didn’t jump out of bed right away, I lingered awhile, thinking about the night before. I replayed the intense, frantic lovemaking, the soapy shower, the freaky email. Despite the last part, it had been a good night with Cain. I reached for my phone and stared at the clock. 6:15…plenty of time.
    I hoped Cain was still at home, though