Page 105 of His Rules

“Drake isn’t even home.”

No, there were no lights on inside the house and his car wasn’t in the driveway. That didn’t mean it wasn’t parked in the garage.

“I just want to take a quick look. Nothing more,” I told her.

“This isn’t smart. Just wait five minutes.”

She was right. “Okay, then I go in.”

The five minutes seemed to drag by. I was close to hyperventilating. “That’s it. I’m not waiting any longer.” I opened the door before she could object.

Then not one but two cars rolled down the street, the headlights of the first car barreling down on us.

“Oh, shit. Close the door.” Stephanie slouched down before I had a chance to.

Now, in the darkness, we waited. There were a few other houses on the street. I could only hope our luck would hold. I slunk down as well while still being able to peer over the dashboard. I also shouted for joy when both vehicles pulled into his driveway.

“This could be it,” she whispered.

“Yes, it could be.”

It took a minute, but a single party each climbed out.

Stephanie immediately returned to her lookout position, using the night vision goggles.

“Do you see anything?”

“Nothing. They’re blocked by foliage. Come on, babies. Step a little further to the left.”

Seconds passed and they were brutal. I was trying not to lose my mind.

Suddenly, she whistled.

“What?” I demanded.

“Take a look for yourself. Do you see what I see?”

Even with the specialized goggles, it was tough to make out any distinct features. “Not yet.”

“Strain those eyes, girl.”

“Fine.” I didn’t need to. One of the parties stepped forward and a motion sensor turned on a floodlight.

“Tell me what you see?”

“Two people arguing. No, they’re doing something else.”

She yanked her laptop into her hands, her fingers flying. When she turned around the screen, I could tell she was giving me one of her stern looks.

“Now do you see what I see?” she asked.

I glanced at the photograph on the screen and back into the goggles. “Holy shit.”

“The new suit looks fabulous on you, darling. Red is your color,” Stephanie said in passing.

I was barely paying attention, although I’d forced her to go shopping with me, finding a hot red pantsuit that fit me like aglove. I looked like some femme fatale from a movie. My instinct told me that’s what Sebastian was going to need at this point.

“Thanks. Why doesn’t he answer his phone?” I tossed mine onto the couch and continued pacing the floor. “Maybe I should just drive over to the house.”

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