of effect on me. Especially with the restaurant practically separating us. It’s hard to breathe when he looks at me that way. I don’t think I will ever be able to get use to that look. Stop thinking like that. Move your ass before you get more than you want. As soon as I enter the hallway, and out of his sight, I sprint for the women’s bathroom. It’s located on the right with a picture of female stick figure on the door. I shove the door open and immediately lean against it and lock it. I take a deep relaxing breath to slow down my heart rate. The bathroom has writing all over the walls. Truck stop bathrooms are clean compared to this one. It is roomy though. The walls are tile but I can’t tell the color with the writing and smoke. The floor is supposed to be black and white checkered. There is a sink and a toilet that is supposed to be white in color. Everything is dingy and discolored from use. I’m pulled from studying my surroundings as my phone starts vibrating. My time must be up, or close to it. I have no idea how long I have been in the bathroom, but it is time to stop procrastinating and face the music. I pull it out, and drop it. I curse under my breath before I answer. “Yeah?” Which earns a pause from the caller. “Anything new to report?” “Just that he’s a whore with a she-wolf in heat.” I couldn’t stop the venom from leaking out in my voice. I hope he doesn’t realize why. The comment earns me a laugh from the male robotic voice. “Well! Keep following him. I expect a full report within a week.” I pause wondering why he thinks it will take me a week. “It won’t take me that long.” Another laugh reaches through the phone line. Who is this guy and what’s so funny? Careful Lizzy. Remember they are the enemy. They are worse than Zander. “That is why you get asked for by name.” I hang up without any formal goodbyes or another word. This guy is starting to give me the creeps. Shoving the phone back in my pocket. I hear something. Be careful Lizzy. I hear someone approach the door and pause right outside. They are only by the door for a moment, but it feels like an eternity. I hold my breath until I hear them continue to one of the doors down the hall. Breathe Stupid! It isn’t until I start breathing again that I notice the bathroom smells of urine and sex. It makes my stomach roll over and at this moment glad that I haven’t eaten anything today. I listen for a few moments before I unlock the door. I take a deep breath before opening the door and taking a few steps back. The door is shoved the rest of the way open by an unknown force. Almost hitting me in the face, as I’m shoved back into the bathroom. Whoever it is shuts the door and locks it before turning around to face me. I recognize the intruder immediately. "What are you doing?" I ask Zander sounding a little frustrated. He looks at me questioningly. Look for a way out Lizzy. He couldn’t have caught you this easily. Make sure you put up a hell of a fight. "I had to make sure you were real. I have been seeing you everywhere. I thought you were another figment of my imagination." He is gorgeous, and maybe a little insane, but I like that in a man. He has emerald green eyes, black hair, tan skin, and muscles. He is wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans that hug him like a second skin showing off all his defined muscles, and a pair of black tennis shoes. I have to close my mouth to keep from drooling on the floor. I feel naked under his stare. Almost as if he’s undressing me with his eyes. I am wearing a grey spaghetti strap shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of white tennis shoes. I look plain compared to him. My eye and hair color changes day-to-day, part of my alteration. Today my eyes are ice blue and my hair is silver. I am tan from spending all my time working outside my home in south Louisiana. Zander is looking at me with a blank expression on his face, but his eyes give him away.