Work in Progress—Nearly Destroyed

I'm working on another creepy romantic suspense/thriller. Below is the first scene where the killer interacts with the heroine, Nicole. 

Her cell phone rang just as she reached the dual vanity. It had to be Jasmine. Her victim's advocate shortly after the attack, Jasmine Carmichael had kept in touch even though her job had ended a long time ago.

Nicole returned to the bedroom and answered the call without looking at the incoming number. "Hi, Jasmine."

"Guess again."

She didn't recognize the throaty masculine voice, but it gave her chills, the unpleasant, sickening kind. "Who is this?"

"Last night’s storm was a doozie, wasn’t it? Wish I could have been there with you. It would have been more special. Anyway, I wanted to wish you a happy anniversary. Today is the day, isn't it?" Her caller chuckled and breathed out heavily. “This is one day I’ve been waiting for. I couldn’t have gotten the date wrong. Did I?”

Her knees almost buckling, Nicole collapsed onto the mattress. "Who are you?" She fumbled with the drawer on the nightstand. It took her two tries to pull it open, but once her fingers closed around the pistol, she breathed a small sigh of relief. She could still protect herself.

Realizing her question hadn’t been answered, Nicole prodded. “I asked who this is.” Her voice went up an octave. Who else would know about the attack? How had he gotten her number?  And the worst question of all—what did he want?

As the questions cart-wheeled in her mind, a surge of adrenalin brought her to her feet. Keeping the pistol close to her side, she raced out of the bedroom and down the hall to double check the locks on the doors, the security system.

"Oh, we can worry about names later. In fact, I’m looking forward to a proper introduction. How about the next storm you and I meet face to face? I'll bring the wine. Oh, and don’t worry. I already know your address. From the weather reports, we could be in for wild ride this weekend. I’ll bet that makes you nervous, doesn’t it?"