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The itch and need for her continued. I wanted one last look. If I knew her, she was still up toiling away behind her computer. I’d eliminated the surveillance program from my phone, but it was still installed on my laptop.

One last look.

That was it.

No more stalking.

I debated for a few seconds before pulling up the program. Then I filled my lungs with air before I clicked on it. Well, wouldn’t you know it. The room was dark. She’d gone to bed.

Just my luck.

My laugh was both full of anger and some crazy sense of feeling as if not being able to see her was just punishment. I didn’t deserve any better.

I was about to click off the program and uninstall it when movement caught my eye. I leaned forward, trying to decipher what I was seeing.

Whoever was in Penelope’s office had a much larger frame than hers. With every muscle in my body tensing, I moved to the program itself, enhancing the lighting. Whoever it was had his hand inside her desk.

A knowing settled in. The bastard was searching for the information I’d been sent. I would bet on it. When he dared lift his head toward my camera, a deep growl left my throat.

Carrington.

The fucking son of a bitch. I was ready to call her when he picked something up off the edge of the desk. What the hell? The steel blade was easy to catch even in the dim lighting.

Seconds later as he moved away from the camera, I realized he still had the knife in his hand.

There was no other choice than to handle the situation myself.

While I’d made a promise, sadly, I didn’t think it was one I could keep.

CHAPTER 28

Christian

The darkness wasn’t oppressive nor was it even a challenge.

In the dead of night, I could enjoy performing as necessary without fear of being seen. Not that I’d ever really cared.

Hunting the bastard was like returning to something comforting, only the hunt was too easy, the prey remaining in one place.

It had taken me ten minutes to make it to her house. I’d floored my Harley, the late hour preventing any traffic keeping me from getting to my destination. In parking a distance from her house, I’d prevented any advance notification of my arrival.

The idiot had obviously used a key or some clandestine method to get inside. I’d known because the door had been unlocked.

I made my way through the house, also not worried about the silence. He hadn’t left the premises as of yet. I could feel his presence. I was especially quiet as I neared her room, the door partially open.

With a single finger, I pushed it open. He wasn’t paying any attention and why? Because he was watching her.

Just as I’d done.

Standing on the other side provided a decent insight into why the behavior was frowned upon.

Plus, I was furious that anyone dared enter her home.

The blinds were partially open over her bed, the moonlight streaming in providing a perfect backdrop for seeing her lying under the covers.

She was murmuring in her sleep, her rest fitful at best. All I wanted to do was to gather her in my arms.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. I craved stripping off whatever she was wearing and doing unspeakable things to her luscious body, but I definitely didn’t want an unwanted voyeur watching us.