Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 64910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
I’d just reached Dory’s car door when something on the side caught my eye.
Ignoring it for the moment, I dropped the trash off at the curb, then went back to the car door and inspected it.
I looked hard at the door before I realized that whatever the fuck it was—and it looked like jizz, so I sure the fuck wasn’t going to touch it—it was gross.
And needed to come off now.
Heading to the side of the house, I grabbed the water hose and proceeded to spray the car door off. Once it was clean, and I was satisfied that whatever it was wouldn’t fuck up the paint of the brand-new Beemer, I headed back inside, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and all but fell into the bed.
“You forgot to set the alarm,” Dory said from beside me.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, not bothering to move. “I’ll set it tomorrow.”
She snickered. “Good night, Bram.”
I peeled open one eye and said, “Night, baby.”
It was the soft click, the click of the door that had my eyes peeling open hours later.
It was the dead of night, and not a single light glowed through the curtains, so I knew that I still had time to sleep.
Yet, something had woken me.
I got up on my elbows and turned in the bed, spying the soft round curve of Dory’s body on the bed beside me.
The soft clack of something hitting against wood had me all but bolting up in bed.
The quick movement caused Dory to wake up.
Before she could speak, I placed my hand over her mouth and said, “Someone’s in the house. Get your gun and go to the bathroom.”
She didn’t hesitate.
She grabbed her gun out of the bedside drawer then moved on silent feet exactly where I’d directed.
Grabbing my own gun from underneath the pillow where I slept, I grabbed the flashlight with my other and situated it on top of my gun hand, finger over the button to flip it on.
I’d just stepped out into the hallway when I heard a commotion, then running feet.
Seconds later, I heard the door crash open and hit the wall, followed by a curse.
I flipped the light on just in time to see the door swing back closed with the momentum of whomever had just left it.
Heart pounding, I walked through the house slowly, hoping that there weren’t any other men inside.
Only after I was sure it was clear did I go outside and look around.
Nothing.
Not even a neighbor was up.
Whomever had been here wasn’t any longer.
And I was the dumbass that hadn’t set the alarm to make sure that nobody could do what they’d just done.
I was a moron.
“Baby!” I called as I closed and locked the door, followed by arming it. “You can come out.”
I flipped on all the lights and started to have a look around just as Dory came out of the bedroom, looking worried.
“Come here,” I urged, gesturing toward her with the hand that was holding the flashlight.
She came running, burying her face into my neck and curling herself into my body.
Her belly pressed against my lower abs, and I felt the refreshing kick to my stomach that let me know that both of my charges were all right.
Despite my stupidity.
“What happened?” she asked worriedly.
“Someone was in the house,” I said quietly. “I let them in the house.”
“You didn’t,” she disagreed. “I heard you lock the door. And I remembered that I could do it from the app. So, I was the one who armed it.”
That terrified me.
“You sure?” I asked. “We have a good system. I’m not quite sure that it would’ve been easy to get inside if it’d been armed.”
“I’m mostly sure,” she admitted. “When I opened my app, I set it.”
She showed me exactly what she’d done, and I winced. “You have to slide it down and wait for it to turn red for armed before it’s fully armed.”
She sighed. “Shit. I’d seen you do it so many times from the app that I just assumed that was how you did it. I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”
I snorted. “It’s no more your fault than mine. But we did have cameras running. We can see who it was if they weren’t smart enough to cover it up.”
That’d been one thing that I always had running. The cameras that were on the front and the back of the house pointed at the doors.
Thirteen minutes later, I watched some man masturbate, then jizz all over the car door. The entire time, his face was obscured by a low hat, shielding almost all of his face but his jaw, which was clean shaven.
Five minutes after that, I come out with the trash, then washed it off with the hose.
“Gross.” Dory grimaced. “What the hell?”
“Same thoughts,” I grumbled as I looked around the house to make sure, again, that nothing had been taken or moved. “This guy I think knows you. You’ve probably seen him before for him to know where we live. For him to know where you lived before, too.”