Because of that, Preslee usually brought her dad dinner and checked on him several times throughout the day to make sure he was okay. But she’d silenced her phone while at the gym and had forgotten to turn it back on. So she pulled her phone from her pocket and turned the ringer back on before clicking on the screen to check for any new messages.

While she didn’t have any missed calls from her dad, she couldn’t help but notice the impressive number of emails she had received over the past few hours. The spammers must be working overtime tonight. But when she clicked on her inbox and saw the emails were actually comments on her vlog update, she blinked rapidly.

Whoa. That was way more than she’d ever gotten on a single video before.

And that was saying a lot. Not because her vlog was all that popular or she had that many followers, but because she had done a few videos that had actually gained some popularity amongst a small niche group of local antique enthusiasts.

Her most popular video was one she’d done last year on a vintage Rolex that her dad had helped one of their most prominent customers sell at auction. It was a fine watch in pristine condition and had some unique, custom-made features that were desirable to collectors. The extra-wide bevel had been discontinued, and the blue dial and diamond indexes were exclusive to that particular watch. At the time, it had been the only one of its kind known in existence. For that reason, the watch had sold for a staggering amount at auction, and her father had made an incredible commission from the sale. Even to this day, she still received occasional comments on that post.

Still, the older vlog post had nothing on the numbers of her most current update, and she knew immediately something was wrong. Very wrong. Why had so many people suddenly taken an interest in her vlog?

Not wasting any time, she logged on to see what was going on, and her gaze immediately locked on to the number of her followers. An amazing number of new visitors had followed her within the last few hours. What the heck was going on?

Her mind began racing, imagining every horrible scenario she could think of. Had something been stuck in her teeth during the video? Had one of those two jerks mooned the camera from somewhere behind her? Had an errant nipple snuck out of her top without her permission?

But nothing her feeble brain conjured up prepared her for what she found when she tapped the play button. She wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the intended update. But then she watched in horror as her mirror image reached for the camera to end the live feed…and the video didn’t stop.

Oh no. Please. Anything but this. Where’s that damn nipple when I need it?