Also yes, but with less emphasis.
Damn it all.
I huffed and straightened my legs.
I wasn’t going to get anywhere in life or love by sitting on my ass feeling sorry for myself.
I was supposed to be heading home for the night.
After my experience in the shop with Ash, which was nothing more than talking, being denied, and being comforted by his hug, I’d feigned fatigue and said I planned on going home early.
Ash had headed upstairs for a meeting, and I’d just sat on the bottom step with my head in my hands for over an hour.
Rafe’s voice trickled through the walls from time to time.
I never made out the words too clearly, but as he opened the door above me, I perked up. “… making a run tonight during the church meeting.”
Shit. Shit.Shit.
I stood and bolted for the door as fast and silent as possible.
If they knew I’d overheard anything, they’d never let me leave.
This was exactly the kind of thing I’d been trying to learn.
I ran outside and down the street to the corner where I’d parked my car and slid behind the wheel.
My heart beat in my throat, and it took me three tries to get the key in the ignition.
I backed the car out of the space and headed away from the clubhouse.
I needed to follow them, and that wouldn’t happen if they spotted me.
I tucked the car into a narrow alley between two houses and waited.
A giddy feeling bubbled in my stomach.
I was about to learn the truth once and for all.
The church service they mentioned had started fifteen minutes ago.
It ended at exactly eight p.m., which meant they’d better get a move on.
I rubbed my palms together, feeling every inch the detective on a stakeout as I peered left and right along the road.
Disappointment threatened when fifteen minutes passed in complete silence.
Then, out of the blue, Rafe’s truck rolled down the road and turned the corner.
This was it.
I put every bit of my training to the test as I followed him, staying far enough back that he wouldn’t notice.
Thankfully, a few cars fell in between us, and his truck was big enough to spot every time he made a turn.
By the third turn, my stomach pitched.
I knew where they were going.
