When Blaze’s phone rang, she was afraid to pick it up. She stared at it for several minutes, then slowly lifted the receiver, but didn’t say anything.
“Blaze! Are you there?”
“Scott. Thank God it’s you.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Oh, nothing really. I’m just a little nervous. I think I’ve picked up a stalker. Can you beat it? One lousy week down here in the so called gentle South, and I pick up a stalker.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well, I think so. He’s only called once, but he made a threat.”
“Well, hell, Blaze, one call? You can’t get all excited over one call.”
“I can when he threatens my life. Every time I go out, I can feel his eyes on me.”
“Hey, I’m sorry. I guess you’re right, but remember, try not to act scared. Be as brave as you can, and don’t go berserk. I think they get off on you
