as hell would.
The black limo pulled in Sarah’s drive and she got out. Zeke pressed the binoculars close, whistled as the beam of headlights accentuated her slender build and the creamy skin of her back. “Hot damn , I can’t wait to get my dick in you.”
He reached for the door handle. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if he got a little closer. Maybe he could rub one out by her bedroom window while she changed. He shook his head, put his hand back on the binoculars. Good things came to those who waited, and he’d waited a very long time. Besides, he could rub one out in the comfort of his own bed while he thought about her getting undressed—just for him.
The limo pulled away and Sarah walked to the door. She bent down, picked up the flowers. A thrill coursed through his veins when she put them to her nose and smiled. Instantly, he was in love—a love more powerful, more all-consuming than he’d ever felt for Margaret.
“Oh, Sarah, it’s going to be perfect. You wait and see.”
Zeke started his car and drove off as visions of just how it would be began to take shape.
Chapter 8
A USTIN PULLED INTO THE DRIVE and knocked on Sarah’s door. She answered holding blue roses. He zeroed in on the flowers, immediately remembering what Ethan had told him about the one he’d found a week before.
“Hey, Sarah, where’d you get the roses?”
She beamed down at the delicate blooms. “They were at the front door. I think Kylee and Hailey left them for me. I’ll have to thank them in the morning.”
It didn’t feel right. Unsure of how to handle it, Austin gave her a small smile. “Uh, can I use your bathroom?”
“Of course, go right ahead.”
“Arm the panel, okay?”
“I always do.”
Austin shut the bathroom door, twisted the lock. He took his cell phone from his pocket, dialed the office number, careful not to move around too much in the small, feminine half-bath. Within seconds, dispatch patched him through to Ethan’s earpiece.
“Cooke, it’s Casey.”
“I can hardly hear you. Speak up.”
“I can’t. Listen harder. I’m in Sarah’s bathroom.”
“Austin, if you called to talk while you’re on the shitter...”
The laughter of six men on duty bounced through Austin’s cell phone.
“Screw you, Cooke. I didn’t call to joke around. There were two more flowers at Sarah’s door. She thinks they’re from Hailey and Kylee, but I don’t.”
Any remaining chuckles died away.
“What color and type?” Ethan’s voice tightened with tension.
“Blue roses.”
“Don’t leave until I get there. I’ll have Michaels come cover me here. It’ll probably be a good half hour before I can get up to the house.”
“What am I supposed to tell her? She’s going to want me to leave so she can go to bed.”
“Tell her I told you to stay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“But—” Ethan disconnected. “Shit.” Austin put the phone away and followed the dim light to the kitchen. He focused on the roses in a glass budvase on the counter. Sarah sat at the table, wrapped in her pale blue robe, with a cup of tea. Her eyes, usually so vibrant, were dull and sad as she stared off at something.
He wondered if it had anything to do with earlier that evening. The boss man had been in the bathroom with her for several minutes. When Ethan yanked the door open and stalked away, he’d looked just as unhappy as Sarah did now. Interesting. He’d been curious as to why Ethan tensed up every time Sarah’s name came up in conversation, and why he’d been handling her security instead of Ethan himself.
Austin cleared his throat and Sarah glanced up. A small smile touched her lips. “Thanks for coming all this way to check on us.”
“Hey, no problem.” Desperate for an excuse to stay, he honed in on the steaming mug she held between her hands, shuddered. How does anyone drink that stuff? “Would it be any trouble if I made myself a cup of tea? It helps me relax. I’m sure you want to
The black limo pulled in Sarah’s drive and she got out. Zeke pressed the binoculars close, whistled as the beam of headlights accentuated her slender build and the creamy skin of her back. “Hot damn , I can’t wait to get my dick in you.”
He reached for the door handle. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if he got a little closer. Maybe he could rub one out by her bedroom window while she changed. He shook his head, put his hand back on the binoculars. Good things came to those who waited, and he’d waited a very long time. Besides, he could rub one out in the comfort of his own bed while he thought about her getting undressed—just for him.
The limo pulled away and Sarah walked to the door. She bent down, picked up the flowers. A thrill coursed through his veins when she put them to her nose and smiled. Instantly, he was in love—a love more powerful, more all-consuming than he’d ever felt for Margaret.
“Oh, Sarah, it’s going to be perfect. You wait and see.”
Zeke started his car and drove off as visions of just how it would be began to take shape.
Chapter 8
A USTIN PULLED INTO THE DRIVE and knocked on Sarah’s door. She answered holding blue roses. He zeroed in on the flowers, immediately remembering what Ethan had told him about the one he’d found a week before.
“Hey, Sarah, where’d you get the roses?”
She beamed down at the delicate blooms. “They were at the front door. I think Kylee and Hailey left them for me. I’ll have to thank them in the morning.”
It didn’t feel right. Unsure of how to handle it, Austin gave her a small smile. “Uh, can I use your bathroom?”
“Of course, go right ahead.”
“Arm the panel, okay?”
“I always do.”
Austin shut the bathroom door, twisted the lock. He took his cell phone from his pocket, dialed the office number, careful not to move around too much in the small, feminine half-bath. Within seconds, dispatch patched him through to Ethan’s earpiece.
“Cooke, it’s Casey.”
“I can hardly hear you. Speak up.”
“I can’t. Listen harder. I’m in Sarah’s bathroom.”
“Austin, if you called to talk while you’re on the shitter...”
The laughter of six men on duty bounced through Austin’s cell phone.
“Screw you, Cooke. I didn’t call to joke around. There were two more flowers at Sarah’s door. She thinks they’re from Hailey and Kylee, but I don’t.”
Any remaining chuckles died away.
“What color and type?” Ethan’s voice tightened with tension.
“Blue roses.”
“Don’t leave until I get there. I’ll have Michaels come cover me here. It’ll probably be a good half hour before I can get up to the house.”
“What am I supposed to tell her? She’s going to want me to leave so she can go to bed.”
“Tell her I told you to stay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“But—” Ethan disconnected. “Shit.” Austin put the phone away and followed the dim light to the kitchen. He focused on the roses in a glass budvase on the counter. Sarah sat at the table, wrapped in her pale blue robe, with a cup of tea. Her eyes, usually so vibrant, were dull and sad as she stared off at something.
He wondered if it had anything to do with earlier that evening. The boss man had been in the bathroom with her for several minutes. When Ethan yanked the door open and stalked away, he’d looked just as unhappy as Sarah did now. Interesting. He’d been curious as to why Ethan tensed up every time Sarah’s name came up in conversation, and why he’d been handling her security instead of Ethan himself.
Austin cleared his throat and Sarah glanced up. A small smile touched her lips. “Thanks for coming all this way to check on us.”
“Hey, no problem.” Desperate for an excuse to stay, he honed in on the steaming mug she held between her hands, shuddered. How does anyone drink that stuff? “Would it be any trouble if I made myself a cup of tea? It helps me relax. I’m sure you want to
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