Chapter 146

Cassie

Garrett is leaning against my apartment door when I get home, hoodie sleeves pushed up to show the tattoos that are swallowing his arms. He has new ink. Again.

“You didn’t have to quit,” he says and then he nods at two men wearing black that are sitting in a car parked by the curb—his bodyguards.

I jingle my keys. “You don’t get to stalk my workplace and my doorstep.”

“Stalking implies