Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
My other sister-in-law, Maven, had a family that was in a questionable line of work—though none of us tried to acknowledge it too much since we were fairly sure it was illegal as fuck. Maven’s eldest brother, Shasha, had given us this camera detector, and Mom freakin’ loved it. She liked to take it with her to all the VRBOs she stayed in when she and Dad went on quick little getaways on the weekends.
“What?” she asked. “Yes, I’ll be there in ten. I’m due for a lunch break anyway.”
My mom got there in eight.
She walked inside, wielding her handheld hidden camera finder, and started it up after introducing herself to Bindi’s father.
I went about packing up all of Bindi’s clothes.
She wouldn’t be coming back here with that asshole on the loose.
If I had my way, she’d never come back even when he wasn’t on the loose.
“Found one!” my mom called out. “In her kitchen next to her mixer.”
“Are you doing this as an officer of the law?” Ruben asked carefully.
“Yes,” she said.
“Then you’ll want to go back through the video feed that I know is on this floor,” he said. “We checked when we moved in to make sure that it was completely safe for Bindi.”
“I have my son on it right now,” she said. “Atlas was just twiddling his thumbs at work.”
“Good,” he said.
“I’m going to pack up her bathroom. She’s not staying in this place while that asshole is on the loose.”
His almost exact words matching mine had me grinning despite the situation.
An hour later, armed with enough food to cook for an army, and almost all of Bindi’s clothes and bathroom items, we got back inside to find mom and daughter at my stove cooking away.
Even though Bindi was blind, you wouldn’t be able to tell with the way she was moving so effortlessly around my kitchen.
I really liked seeing her there, too.
“Hey,” I called out, hoping I wouldn’t startle her.
“Oh!” she said as she whirled around, being careful to stay in her place because of all the dogs surrounding her. “You’re back! Need help carrying any of the groceries in?”
“Groceries aren’t the only thing we got,” Ruben grumbled. “We also packed up half your shit and brought it back with us. That asshole moved into the same complex as you and planted cameras in your place.”
“What?” Lea whirled around. “What did you just say?”
After giving them the breakdown, I said, “We don’t actually have confirmation on the cameras yet. We know it’s him, but we can’t prove it. And without that proof, they can’t kick him out of the complex because he has a right to be there now. The cameras were wiped after we went back through the last week. But the owner of the complex, Roger, said that he has backups that come to his home. He’s going to go back and find them and call us back in if necessary.”
“Good,” Lea growled.
“So what do I do now?” Bindi looked worried.
Lea looked from me to Bindi and back before she said, “Hey, how about you go help him get your stuff? I’ll finish up here.”
Bindi looked frustrated as she took a step toward me.
Every single dog moved at once, stuck to her like glue.
But Rufus looked back at Lea, like he wanted to be with her, too.
Seeing the hesitation, Lea said, “Go, Rufus.”
Rufus went, but I had a sneaking suspicion I might’ve just found Rufus’s new owner.
Not saying that I wouldn’t take him, because I definitely would, but I thought maybe he’d like being in a less chaotic house with a couple that didn’t bother him twenty-four-seven.
“I’ll just be a minute,” Ruben said as he walked to his wife.
The dogs came outside with Bindi and me.
Once the door was shut, I said, “You are moving in with me.”
Her eyes, which weren’t covered by her usual glasses since she wasn’t leaving the house, went wide.
Those beautiful blue-green orbs felt like they stared straight into my soul.
God, how I wished that she could see me.
Could experience me the way I got to experience her.
“Are you…” She licked her lips. “Are…wait…are you sure?”
I grinned at her flubs.
“Yes, I’m more than sure,” I said. “We both know where this is going, honey. You’ve been here every night since your second day of work. It might get awkward if someone comes by the house and finds you here every time they arrive, but I don’t think that’s an issue we can’t overcome.”
“Garrett,” she whispered. “I’m not quite sure that you realize what all it’ll entail having a blind person in your space.”
I moved closer, twisting her so that her face wasn’t in the sun—blind or not, I didn’t know if her staring directly at the sun would cause any damage, and I sure didn’t want to find out—I said, “You mean, like not leaving my shit out in the middle of the floor so you don’t trip on it?”