Free Protecting The Billionaire by Christina Tetreault

you’d like something sweet while you worked’ but I know you sent it. You know how much I love chocolate from Favre.”
    “Allison, honest, I didn’t send you anything.” The carefree tone he’d used when she answered the phone disappeared. “If you got something at work today, it was from someone else. Call the delivery company. Maybe they’ll tell you who ordered it?”
    Her scalp prickled as his words sank in. “I don’t know where it came from. There was no business information on the card, just the typed message.”
    “Did whoever delivered it have on a uniform or a nametag?”
    She should have thought of that. “I’ll check with the receptionist tomorrow. It was left with her.”
    “Call the police.”
    “And tell them what? Someone sent me a present? There’s not a law against sending gifts.” Perhaps there should be though. “And don’t tell anyone about this, especially Dad,” she said before her brother could offer any other advice. If he opened his big mouth and told their dad, he’d probably hire a bodyguard to sleep outside her bedroom door, and then he’d be on the first plane to Virginia. He hadn’t wanted her to move away from Providence in the first place. She loved her dad, but she didn’t need him going into overprotective father mode. “You know how he gets sometimes.”
    “Getting gifts from strangers isn’t normal, sis. I won’t tell him if you promise to call the police or consider hiring some security for a little while.”
    She didn’t want to do either, but she didn’t need Derek calling their dad either. “If it happens again, I’ll call the personal security firm we’ve used in the past.”
    “No good. Either do it now or I’ll do it for you, and then I’ll let Dad in on what’s happening.”
    Well, she could tell Derek what he needed to hear now and then do what she darn well pleased later. “Fine. I’ll call the police in the morning.” Derek was more likely to accept that answer from her than any other. He shared her sentiments when it came to having personal security around. “Happy?”
    “I’d prefer if you called a security firm too. The police can’t watch you twenty-four seven, but I know what a pain in the ass a bodyguard can be. Don’t know how Uncle Warren stands having a shadow all the time. Promise me, if you get anything else, you’ll get some personal security.”
    She didn’t want to think about getting any other gifts. “I will. Cross my heart.”
    Derek’s sigh came through the phone. “I don’t like it, but okay. Give the police a call right now and if you need me, call. I can be there in a few hours.”
    Allison promised Derek again she’d call the police once they finished their conversation and then hung up. Most of the pizza she’d made remained on her plate, but her appetite was gone. Finding out a stranger was sending you gifts had a way of doing that.
    So if Derek hadn’t sent the teddy bear and candy, who had? It wouldn’t be impossible to figure out where she worked. Her name and picture had been added to the Falmouth Foundation website, so a quick search of her name would bring up that information. But how would they know to send Favre chocolates? It certainly wasn’t a chocolate every store stocked. In fact, few people in the States had even heard of it yet. Had the sender made a lucky guess or was it someone she came in contact with on a regular basis? Or did she have a stalker out there? Someone who followed her around and watched where she went and what she bought.
    She tried to push the last thought out of her mind. Unfortunately, the idea of a stalker brought back the memory of how her house security system hadn’t been on Sunday night when she and Rock returned.
    “I’m overreacting.” She checked the lock on the kitchen door before tossing the cold pizza in the trash and heading out of the room.
    She’d switched on the television and the lights in every room, yet she remained restless as she read