Page 195 of Somebody's Watching Me
“They’re here,” Devon said grimly.
Weaving through the pines of the deep, dark wood, a cluster of glowing orbs approached the forest’s edge.
“Who is that?” Jamison asked.
The white stayed low to the ground, not very high at all.
“They’re mine,” CeCe replied, openly crying as Devon held her. “We’ll take them to the beach. They’ll like it there.”
Jamison frowned, her brows snapping together. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, my.” Her mother turned away from the flittering orbs. “You look like Ben when you do that.”
How did she put into words her father’s endless suffering? Jamison didn’t know, and could only think to say, “He misses you.”
Laura Jean’s bottom lip trembled. “Remind him that living is hard, but he has to take his time. He has to stay. We have a deal.” Her mouth scrunched tight. “Tell kitten I love her, and remember that I love you too, princess.”
“Listen to me,” Ty said over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off whatever was coming. “Don’t be brave, Jamison. Not tonight.”
The escalating panic among the group had her stepping past them to see better. “What the hell is happeningtonight?”
Waking with a start, Jamison sat up in bed, disoriented and breathing hard. Her room. Her things. Checking the spot next to her, she found Liam snoring.
Her man.
The echo of the dream faded, leaving her drained. As her eyes adjusted, she squinted at the melatonin bottle, swearing off them forever.
Lightning flashed through the open balcony curtains, and she got out of bed. A storm was coming in off the bayou, and since her section of balcony overlooked the entire estate and inlet, they would be treated to a strobing light show if she didn’t close them.
Liam rolled over, his snoring reaching top volume. She grinned, thinking she might record the moment for evidence. It would be wrong, but…
Snatching her phone from the vanity, she cackled softly as she started filming. “You’re the one who snores, Jamison,” she whispered, mimicking his voice. “I don’t snore at all.”
Out of the corner of her eye, something moved on the lawn, and turning to see what it was, she froze, the video of Liam forgotten.
A woman dressed all in white glowed under the full moon as she walked out of the forest and made her way to the house.
Recognition struck, and Jamison sucked in a sharp breath. “Jan?”
Liam said they hadn’t been able to locate her since the costume party. Several well-check patrols had gone to her house or to her family’s homes, but none had come up with any new information on her whereabouts.
Jamison tried the handle, but the balcony door wouldn’t budge, held in place by a gust of storm winds.
“What the hell?”
The phone in her hand pinged with a message from an unknown number.
You have something of mine, and I want it back.
Michael.
He must have sent Jan to intimidate them, and Jamison furiously texted a reply.
You’re getting nothing back.
Hitting send, she returned her focus to the lawn, expecting the security detail to escort Jan off the grounds at any moment.
But no one came.
