Chapter 11 Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

• Alinta tucked her hair behind both ears, her posture shifting as if she wanted to make herself smaller. "Honestly, I don't know anymore. At first, I thought he had been stalking me for the last month, but after the run-in with him on Sunday, Bellinor carried on as if all was well and seemed oblivious to everything. It’s possibly my paranoia."
• "Wait, what?! Sunday? This past Sunday when I saved your arse, and you didn’t tell me?!" Helen gasped.
• "Sorry, I didn’t think to mention it, but yes, we crossed paths and exchanged words. Jenny wasn’t at the front desk, and Bellinor was impatient, asking if I could help him with his books." Alinta paused when the waiter arrived, carrying a tray with coffee and cake.