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FORD
The main room darkens six seconds before the light in the backroom flickers on.
Exactly six seconds.
Just like every night since her kidnapping six weeks ago.
I was in that room once, the day she went missing. At the time, it was nothing but extra storage for her salon.
When Rowan decided against moving back to her house and elected to stay in the studio, I assumed she made this her bedroom and abandoned the Murphy bed in the primary space.
But my instinct tells me this is not her bedroom.
Once that light turns on, it doesn’t go off until the first sign of daylight. This means she’s a hell of a deep sleeper, or she’s not sleeping at all. Which leaves me with more questions.
I check the app on my phone, confirming again that her alarm is armed, and settle in my truck, staring up at the window.
My mind drifts to two nights ago.
“Be warned, brother.” Major slaps my shoulder and the back door to Tom’s. “Mark my words. You don’t make a move, someone will. Save us all the hassle of a bar brawl and make tonight your night.”
I braced, knowing Rowan was close and preparing for whatever torture lay ahead.
One glimpse and I was done.
Her blonde hair full of waves, hanging long down her back. Her make-up heavier than usual and highlighting the shimmer in her blue eyes.
Fucking stunning.
She strutted her ass through the bar, and my cock went hard. The first asshole approached, and I was on the move, primal possession brewing inside. A newfound emotion I’ve come to know when it comes to her.
The look of surprise at seeing me waiting for her… the minute her full lips moved toward mine… the tangy taste of lemon mixed with the scent of her so close.
I should have stopped it.
Who am I fucking kidding?
I’m not a weak man, but with her, there was no choice.
I fell prey to the desire that’s been building for months.
My hand tingles, remembering the feel of her silky hair. The skin on my chest carries a permanent prickle where her hand pressed.
The sound of her purr rings in my head.
Self-preservation kicks in, reminding me of what she had gone through. I’m no better than her fucking ex—mauling her in public.
All is quickly replaced with the regret of rejection stained on her gorgeous features.
You’re a fucking asshole, Whitman I repeat to myself for the thousandth time since she walked away.
A loud rap on my passenger window jars me from my thoughts. Automatically, I reach for my piece at my hip.
“Pretty sure I already have the jump on you.”
I relax at the sound of Talon’s voice and unlock the doors. He slides in, flashing me a smug grin. “You’re getting sloppy in your old age.”
“What are you doing here?”
