Rose's POV

“Jasmine!” I spoke more harshly than I meant, and I could feel the eyes of a couple of neighboring tables. I quickly softened, giving them a subtle warning with a head flick. “Don't say this. What did you mean, stalking?” I couldn't keep panic from creeping into my voice, the way I strained for air. I felt I was strangling myself.

Jasmine’s eyebrow went up with incredulity. “What other possible reason could I possibly call this, Rose? You come into this restaurant, ...