Chapter 89 Crossing the Threshold

SLOANE

His voice landed somewhere between my ribs and stayed there.

I lowered my hand.

“You knew I was here.”

“Saw your headlights from the window.” He nodded toward the second floor. “You sat in the dark for four minutes. Counted.”

“That’s not creepy at all.”

“You’re the one parked outside my...

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