“But how did you know I was in trouble?” Did it matter? All that mattered now was that he was here and Alan wasn’t. And yet he’d be back again soon. She knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. Now that she’d come face to face with her ex here in Charleston, she felt the fear even deeper in her bones.

“Megan.” Nolan tensed upon speaking his sister’s name, and without even looking at his face, Harmony could feel just how angry he’d become. “She called me up in a panic, saying she may have done something wrong.”

Harmony pulled away from him and went to sit on the bed. Her legs felt too weak to hold her for another second. “She told Alan where I live?” she asked in disbelief.

“She didn’t mean to.” He crossed his arms as tension rolled off him in waves. “But she made a very stupid choice.”

Harmony, too, felt her fear turning to anger. “How? What happened?” she demanded.

“Remember how I told you she works at Publix?”

Harmony nodded and hugged a still very distressed and shaking Muffin to her chest. Calm down, calm down, she willed herself. If Megan had put her in danger, then at least Nolan had come in an attempt to save her. It had been an honest mistake, though. And Nolan was right—a stupid one.

He shook his head and frowned. “A man came into the store asking around about you. He said he was an old friend and eager to reconnect with you.”

“And she believed him?” Harmony spat. It’s not his fault. Control your temper.

“Afraid so. She told him exactly where to find you. It didn’t even occur to her that the man might’ve been lying until a coworker came to talk to her about the creepy guy trying to find Harmony King. That’s when she called me.”

“Oh my gosh,” Harmony cried. “She can’t just tell people where I live! That’s gotta be illegal!” The cops were on their way. They’d know whether what Megan did was punishable.

“I’m so sorry, and Megan is, too. Tell me what I can do to make things better.”

Harmony ran through the countless options in her mind. It made the most sense to pack her bags and leave, go somewhere Alan wouldn’t know to look for her. But she was sick of running every time life got a little hard. Sure, Alan was more than just a small threat, but if she ran away from the good things that she’d begun to build here in Charleston, he’d still be controlling every aspect of her life—just like he wanted.

“He wasn’t here when you arrived?” she asked. She needed to focus on the facts, on staying safe going forward, not getting revenge on Megan for her stupidity.

Nolan appeared almost apologetic. “No, I didn’t see him.”

“He’ll be back, and probably soon now that he knows where I live now.”

“Then I’ll be here, too. This is partially my fault. If I hadn’t made you meet with my sister at the potluck, none of this would be happening now.”