Chills

MEGHAN TINSLEY

The waiter had freaked me out. The way he stared at me with cool blank eyes. It had sent chills running through my body.

I kept seeing his eyes through the drive. I might have been overly dramatic about the whole thing. Hell, I could be imagining shit but what if I was right. What if there was something off about it?

Dale had been focused on me to notice. The waiter's eyes burned into my soul. I was probably overreacting. With the case and all it was possible I was just scared.

"Meghan." Dale's voice pulled me out of my deep thoughts. "What's wrong?"

He was worried. He sounded worried. It felt different because I couldn't remember the last time I had a man worry over me.

"It's nothing," I said, trying to shake the feeling away.

A cold finger moved through my spine as a flash of his empty eyes passed my mind.

Fuck, I shuddered.

"It's just – there was something off about the waiter," I said trying not to sound like a crazy person. I failed.

"The waiter?"

I nodded. His bro