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“Okay,” I shrugged. “We can find the nearest Redbox and see what they have.”
When Troy said they had a surveillance van, I had envisioned the surveillance vans in movies, not this recreation vehicle with a couch and three televisions mounted on the side walls. One was for entertainment, the other two for surveillance purposes. It was more of a glorified recreational vehicle than a surveillance van.
It had a small kitchen, bathroom, microwave, fridge, kitchenette (that converted to a bed), and more. Everything was comfortable and luxurious.
We were currently curled up on the couch with our sushi spread out in front of us on a coffee table.
“I was thinking we were going to have to eat it in a cramped space,” I marveled as I tried a piece of sushi I never had. “Mmm, this is amazing. This has to be some of the best sushi I’ve ever had.” I moaned.
“You better knock that out. We're supposed to be watching the cameras. Keep making noises like that, and I’ll put this couch to use,” Troy teased.
“Who says that wasn’t my intention?” I teased back as I stood to put our movie in. I picked out a comedy film. I needed a little laughter in my life.
“We’ve got movement,” Troy stated as he sat forward.
I turned and looked, and sure enough, someone was pulling up in a compact sports car. “Kind of small for him,” I commented dryly.
We had chosen a perfect vantage point to see the front of the house. Somehow, his home wasn’t what I suspected; it was a lot smaller. If it weren’t for the brick walls and wrought iron gate, I would think any middle-class citizen lived here.
“That’s a chick car.” Troy smirked. “I think he has a visitor of the feminine variety.”
“Pietro Ricci, I never pegged you for a chauvinist. First, you assume I would like a chick flick. Now you’re assuming only a woman would drive a car like that,” I teased him as I avidly watched the screen.
The previews were on the other screen, and I reached over to turn it down, like hearing the television could affect my vision. I remembered driving in a car with my father as I child, and whenever he was looking for a specific street or highway, he would turn the music down. I never understood why, until now.
“Told ya,” Troy grinned smugly as a small petite blonde exited the sports car.
I gasped. “That’s Tink, I mean Anna.”
“It would make sense,” Troy stated. “Her house is still a crime scene, and I’m sure she wouldn’t want to stay there by herself if she didn’t have to. Not yet. You did say they were friends.”
I nodded. “I don’t blame her, either. Did we even find out why or how long she was being stalked? She and Lincoln seemed pretty close at the party. She introduced me as her bodyguard, instead of as a friend like she did with everyone else.”
“It was some guy who saw her at one of her shows and fixated on her,” Troy explained. “My friend on the force told me it’s been going on for over a year now, but recently he had started to become increasingly aggressive.” He paused in though. “Could she and Lincoln be more than friends?”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure, but the way she was talking, he has her in the friend zone.”
“Well, she has some overnight bags. Maybe you can tell her you want to hang out,” Troy said slowly. “Maybe she’ll invite you over there.”
“But then we run into the problem of Anna being around. I really don’t want anyone to be around when we have that discussion.” I sighed rubbing my eyes.
We watched as Lincoln helped Anna with her bags. His usual scowl was absent, and he looked more approachable, attractive even, as he led Anna into his home.
“Totally understandable.” Troy nodded. “Come on, let’s eat and watch our movie.”
I laughed. “Why did I think this would be easier than it is?” I grumbled as I turned our movie back up and sat back down next to him. “After we get done eating, want to do the horizontal tango?”
He barked out a laugh, nearly spitting out his sushi. “Do you even have to ask?”
“I thought it would be nice to ask and not just demand it.” I smiled at him before I stuffed another roll into my mouth.
Remy came to relieve Troy around ten o’clock that night. I was tired by then, and my arm was throbbing in pain. He climbed in the RV with my bag from the hospital and some pajamas.
“You’re a mind reader,” I nearly squealed as he came in with my stuff.
Remy smirked, “Time to change your dressings, baby girl, and you need to take your antibiotics and pain pills. I also brought more snacks and some subs from a shop Jaxson and I found. They had those turkey, stuffing, and cranberry subs you liked so much. Jaxson also packed you some more clothes.” At my skeptical look, he quickly added. “Don’t worry, I approved them before he packed them.”
I smiled at his thoughtfulness. I wasn’t that hungry yet, but I would make room for one of those subs. “Okay. Yay! I missed those subs. Hopefully, they’re as good as the ones at the college.” I eagerly grabbed the pajamas he brought me before he went back out to the other vehicle to retrieve the rest of our stuff.
