Page 110 of Exes and Oh Hell No

“Drive what to you?” Harper pauses, the water bottle halfway to her lips.

“More cameras.”

She nods, taking a drink.

Then her eyes widen as she coughs.

“W-Wait,” she splutters. “What do you mean, more cameras?”

She wipes her eyes, her voice raspy.

She coughs again.

I rub a hand over her back. “Yeah… I installed cameras in here.”

Her eyes narrow. “Ford! When did you do that?”

I stare at her. “They’re easy to install. Takes no time at all.”

I fold my arms over my chest, staring her down. “Why is this a surprise? How many times have you called me an unhinged psycho?”

“Not enough,” Connor jabs, laughing.

“Thank you. Glad you recognize it.” Harper holds up a hand, and Connor high-fives it.

And then she frowns. “I still don’t know when you did it.” Her gaze narrows on mine. “Wait… when you barged in on me while I was in the shower?—"

“Like I said, they take no time to install.”

She gapes at me, but I wave her away.

“It’s a good thing I did. He’s on camera. Hard to make out any identifying features since the guy is dressed in black and has a mask over his face.”

She stares at me for another moment before reaching her hand out.

I try to hide my grin, immediately knowing I’ve won.

She’s given up arguing with me about the things I do.

Ford—one.

Harper—zero.

“Lemme see. Maybe I can tell if it’s Jeffrey.”

I hand her my phone, letting her see the feed. “Hit this button to pause it.”

“Who’s Jeffrey?”

I growl. “Herex.”

Connor nods. “Ohh… a soon-to-be-dead man. Cool.”

Harper’s gaze darts to him. “Why is that cool?”

Connor shrugs, his gaze moving from Harper to the living room, accessing the damage. “Cause your man is eliminating a threat. This asshole started it… my guy will finish it.”

“You’re fucking right I will,” I growl, anger thrashing through my veins, my blood pounding against my temple. “He picked the wrong person to mess with.”

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