Page 58 of The Huntress and Her Hound

Something about her tone is off, but I let it go. I’m the kind of person who will read too far into a moment that means nothing. So, I let her go, watching her walk inside. The sun is still high in the sky and won’t set for another couple of hours. In that time, I won’t be keeping a close eye on her. Well, from close up anyway.

I pull out my phone and check that her location remains shared with me. I’m still uneasy about the fact my app either failed or was overridden. But who else would keep tabs on her? Henry?

Possible.

I spin on my heels and head for the building across the street, which just so happens to be apartments. Did I rent an Air BnB to watch her?

Absolutely, I did.

Paying no one else any attention, I enter the complex and head up to the penthouse. I ride the elevator and whistle a tune I heard somewhere on the street, the eerie tone of my own voice a bit unsettling.

I step off onto my floor, and punch in the code—that I’ve changed without the owner’s permission. I’ll switch it back before I leave, but for the duration I’m borrowing this place, I’d rather it be slightly more secure. I step inside the empty space and make my way to the tinted glass window.

Grabbing the scope I had delivered here, I hold it up to my eyes and peer through it, getting the perfect view of the rooftop bar. Cher looks as beautiful as always, though she’s not nearly as friendly with the customers tonight.

Good girl.

I mean, for what it is, I’ll take her not flirting with men as a sign that maybe I’m encroaching on her heart. My phone buzzes on my lap, and I sigh, picking it up.

Henry: Where are you?

Rolling my eyes, I text him back.

Me: Looking at a penthouse.

Henry: Why?

Me: Because I can. What do you need?

Henry: You to stop being so fucking weird.

I laugh at the text, shaking my head and zeroing in on Cher again. I know Henry is suspicious—enough to scroll through my computer’s history to figure out what I’ve been up to. He’s catching on that I’m up to something, but good riddance.

It’s about time I have some fun.

My cock is rigid with want as Cher leans against the bar, her ass popped up and out. None of the customers can see, but I can. I fight the urge to get off on the sight of her, but I refrain. For the moment.

Because my fucking phone is ringing.

“What?” I snap into the receiver.

“What are you doing?”

“I told you, I’m looking at a penthouse.”

“No, you’re not. You’re at a penthouse.”

“Did you pull my location?” I growl at him, livid.

“Yeah,” Henry’s tone is just as icy. “I’m ready to make a move. Jaxton is at a party, and I’m catching him tonight.”

I rake my fingers through my hair. “Why? I thought we were doing the costume party this weekend?”

“I’m ready for some free time to know what the fuck you’re doing.”

I roll my eyes. “Can I not have a life outside of you? You act like a controlling, jealous girlfriend.”

“Every time you have a life outside of us, you’re doing something behind my back.”

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