Landon lived in a very wealthy part of town. I ogled the houses as I drove past. They were all mansions with high walls and iron gates to keep the world out. No wonder Landon had made it so clear we didn’t move in the same circles. We really didn’t—my apartment would fit into the entrance hallway of some of these places, I imagined.
When I stopped in front of the house Brad had sent me to, the walls were just as high as all the others. The gate was cast iron with a beautiful, intricate design.
I pushed the intercom and waited. I glanced at the camera. Landon would see my face, but that didn’t mean he would open for me.
I pushed the button again. He could at least answer and talk to me so I knew he was alive.
When nothing happened, I texted Brad.
He’s not responding. Are you sure he’s home?
Brad replied almost right away.
Positive.
Damn it.
I sighed and locked my car. I walked along the tall wall, looking for a place I could get over it. I couldn’t believe I was going to break into one of these mansions, scaling the wall like a criminal.
“This better bedamngood, Leggatt,” I muttered under my breath.
Landon’s house was on the corner, and I walked around two sides of the wall before I reached the end of the property. I scolded myself for not wearing my fitness watch—I could get my step count up for this.
Where the two walls connected, there was a gap large enough to get my foot in. I looked around.
If anyone saw me now, I was going to be in deep shit. I could end up in jail or something.
The coast was clear—at this time, everyone was still asleep. I hoped.
I put my foot in the opening and found another one. I put my hand in and hoped to God there wasn’t a family of creepy crawlies in there.
I pulled myself up, and with a bit of struggling and grunting, I heaved myself onto the wall.
Landon’s garden had been laid out with large terraces that led downward toward the front lawn. It made the drop to the floor from the wall simple.
The house was incredible, with a definite Tuscan feel to it, and it felt like a resort rather than a home. Was this what he had every day of his life? I was jealous.
I walked to the front door and knocked.
“Landon?” I called out.
I knocked a couple more times and waited, but there was no answer.
This is trespassing, I typed to Brad.
Can you get in?he replied.
If I end up in jail, you’re bailing me out.
Anything, he answered.
I groaned. I wasn’t in the mood to get into trouble, but I’d come this far, and Brad would never forgive me if I just retraced my steps and left.
I crept around the side of the house, glancing into the windows as I went along. Most of the curtains were drawn, and I couldn’t see anything.
At the back of the house, a large infinity pool looked out over an incredible view of Seattle. I stopped and stared. It really was something else to be here, removed from reality.
I righted myself and turned toward the large sliding doors that I hoped led right to Landon’s bedroom. It made sense; it looked like this part was private and blocked off from the entertaining area.