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Then she came back.

And again.

Yesterday, I installed a few cameras, including two inside the cabin.

This morning, I left the kitchen window unlatched.

Curiosity's a bitch. I wanted to know what the little trespasser was after.

Apparently, she doesn't disappoint.

“She broke in?” Grim asks.

“Through the window I left open.”

Striker bursts out laughing.

“You invited her?”

“I wanted to see what she'd do.”

“And?”

I watch her pick up a photograph from the bookshelf.

Then she says something.

Can't quite make out the words.

But the little smile curling her lips does something inconvenient to my cock.

Fuck.

I need to get my head out of my pants and figure out what the hell she's doing in my house.

Preferably before I start imagining her in my bed.

“She's snooping,” I mutter.

“Stealing?” Vex asks.

“No. Looking.”

That part interests me.

She ignores everything valuable and goes straight for the photographs and books.

Like she's searching for something specific.

“Maybe she's a fan,” Striker suggests.

“Of what?”

“Your charming personality.”

“Fuck off.”

Grim hides his amusement behind his coffee mug.