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Not having camera angles in her backyard was clearly a fucking rookie mistake, but I utilize that now so Cassandra can’t see me use my own set of keys to lock up her house.
Though, again, the fact that she’s currently sitting in my safe room, looking at all the live feeds I have of her house, has probably tipped her off to the fact that I’ve invaded her privacy.
Are you obsessed with me?
My feet are silent in the grass as I circle around the back of her house in complete darkness, having memorized every inch of her property.
Yeah, Cassandra Lynn Cantrell. I’m obsessed with you.
Getting to her driveway, I jog the distance to my house.
When I first checked out what happened, I circled through the woods. Because I needed to know if the man was alone or if he was part of a force trying to hit my location—and Cassandra just happened to hear the wrong thing at the wrong time.
But since it appears as though the man was by himself, now it’s about speed. Because I doubt this is about Cassandra. I’m certain this man was coming to confirm my location.
I jump up the steps to my front door and use my free hand to unlock it.
Once inside, I go straight to the kitchen.
It takes me seconds to snag a Ziploc bag and shove the cookies in, then cross the house to my room, put the Post-it on the stack with the others, pull two backpacks out of my closet, shove the cookies into one, then head back downstairs.
CHAPTER66
Cassie
The moment Hansappears on the screen showing the rest of the basement, I jump up from the chair and rush to the door.
I pull it open just as Hans opens the outer door. And I still at the sight of him.
His hair is still loose, drier now and slightly wavy, and he has a backpack hiked over each shoulder.
With the brighter basement lights behind him, he has an almost otherworldly look.
His eyes move down my body.
My look is lessotherworldlyand moreI stole your sweatshirt.
He lowers his eyes to my hands and the half-eaten bag of Skittles I’m holding.
Oh, right, I also stole his candy.
Hans doesn’t give me time to step back. He hooks his hand around the back of my neck and slams his mouth to mine, sliding his tongue between my lips.
He groans.
Likegroans.
The fingers on my neck flex, and he cups the back of my head with his other hand.
He’s only touching me above the shoulders, but it feels like he’s consuming me.
I dig my hands into his firm sides.
He licks into me. “Fuck.” He pulls me closer. “Goddamn Skittles.” His mouth consumes mine. “Fucking seductress.”
His grip on me tightens, then he pulls back.
“We gotta go.”
