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“You also can’t bring your friends with you when you’re st𝐚lking me,” the man said. Charlie looked around. Had his st𝐚lker brought an entourage? Was it for a flash mob? Or for a k𝐢dnapping? Really, neither would’ve surprised her here in Autre. Which was one of the things she loved about this town. The definition of cr𝐚zy was different here than anywhere else she’d ever been. And not exactly frowned upon. She also wasn’t afraid to admit she was willing to stick around for a flash mob. Or a k𝐢dnapping. She would, of course, call for other people to come out if it turned out to be a k𝐢dnapping. Okay, or a flash mob. So it wasn’t as if the guy was actually going to end up stuffed in a trunk of a car. She was just waiting to see which of those scenarios she was dealing with. “Don’t you think it’s time to go home?” the guy said to his stalker. “Come on. I’ll take you.” Oh, good, he was a nice guy. Even if Sugar was harassing him, he was still willing to be sure she—or he—got home safely. D𝐚mmit, did this mean Charlie needed to follow them? In case the k𝐢dnapping happened away from the bar? Or what if Sugar had a h𝐚tchet and duct tape waiting for the guy back at her place? Or, maybe worse, what if Sugar waited to sing and dance for him in her living room? Charlie would miss the whole performance. Now she was invested. She was going to have to follow them. Crap. She really wasn’t dressed for traipsing around in the dark. Or the light. Her Valentino Garavani Rockstud ankle-strap pumps were perfection. And not at all comfortable for any kind of distance walking. But she really didn’t want to miss the flash mob. Surely it was going to be a flash mob, right? Or a striptease. At least. Charlie decided if she were going to do a flash mob for a guy she stalked to a wedding, she’d choose Taylor Swift’s “Love Story”. Obviously. “Come on, Sugar,” the man said. “Let’s get you home.” Charlie literally had her fingers crossed for the first strains of Taylor Swift when she heard the stalker reply for the first time. “Behhhh!” Charlie jumped, then frowned. Okay, she hadn’t been expecting that. She peered around the corner of the building. There was a man sitting on the back step of her grandmother’s bar. And he was surrounded by goats. 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝐎𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, by Erin Nicholas! Available in 📱𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝, 📚𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 🎧𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 (narrated by 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬 and 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞!)