Forever Rockers by Terri Anne Browning

been a nightmare for him nearly as much as it was for me.
    Emmie didn’t even question Peterson as she ordered everyone out. Rex opened his mouth to protest but whatever he saw in Emmie’s eyes made him think better of it and he followed the two security guards out. Once they were gone, leaving us with just Peterson and Theo, Emmie closed the door and turned to face Harper’s two bodyguards.
    “What is it?” She kept her voice low so that no one could hear her on the other side of the door if they happened to be listening in.
    Peterson’s jaw was clenched hard enough to break his back teeth as he pulled something from the bookshelf where Harper kept a few pictures of us, our family and even Ranger. There were framed pictures of her favorite covers of Rock America that she was particularly proud of and a handful of her favorite books.
    Stepping forward, Peterson showed us what was in his hand and I had to move closer to see what it was. It was a tiny little box that no one would have noticed had they not been looking for something specifically. “This is a camera. It’s on a live feed. Someone has been watching Harper.”
    My blood turned to ice. “The stalker from the tour?”
    The other man shrugged. “That would be at the top of my list of suspects, yes.”
    Emmie blew out a frustrated breath. “So…” She shook her head. “So are you saying that whoever did all that shit over the summer works here?”
    “It’s a big possibility.”
     
     

C HAPTER F IVE
     
     
    Shane
     
    I’d known that the stalker bitch from the summer tour was still out there. That she was probably waiting and planning her next move. Now she obviously had, only further confirming that the cunt was someone from my past.
    Rage boiled in my veins, my heart like a block of ice while guilt churned through me.
    That this person could actually work in the same building with Harper had never crossed my mind. That the most precious thing in my life was so close to the psycho, probably saw this person on a daily basis and possibly spoke to them regularly was almost too much to take in.
    Who the hell was doing this to my wife? Who was doing this to us? Why did it fucking matter that we were together?
    “I’ll call Seller and have him bring a team in to do a sweep through the house,” Peterson was telling Emmie now, pulling me back to the present with a vengeance.
    “The house?” I bit out. “You mean this shit could be in our home?”
    Peterson shrugged. “It’s possible. They could have snuck in and planted them while we were all gone for the summer. Or…” His face clenched yet again. “It could be someone you know and have let into the house.”
    “Motherfucker.” I thrust my fingers through my hair as I yelled and turned away from the three people watching me. I wanted to hit something—wanted to fucking destroy whoever was doing this to us. I wanted to protect Harper and it was possible—so very possible—that I’d let this lunatic in our home.
    Emmie’s soft hand touched my back, calming me slightly. I cupped my face in both my hands and took in one deep breath after another, trying to gain control over my emotions. Her arms wrapped around my waist, hugging me, offering me her strength like she had always done.
    “We will figure this out, Shane. I promise you. We’ll find this bitch and deal with her.”
    Her promises didn’t leave me feeling any better. This time I knew she might not be able to move heaven and earth to get me what I so desperately wanted: Harper not sobbing so hard that I could hear her even through the closed door of the office. Harper safe.
    “He’s going to go through your house too, Emmie.”
    We both looked up when Peterson spoke. I felt Emmie tense. “Mine?”
    “She targeted you through Mia. She’s not just after Harper. For some reason this person wants to hurt both of you.” He shook his head and glanced at Theo. “Take Emmie home and tell Roger not to let her out of his sight. Seller