As calmly as I can muster, I tell her, “I’m right here, darling. Do me a favor and call the police.”
She flips on the light on her nightstand and looks at me. As soon as she sees the man on the floor, she’s full of questions. “How… Who… What?”
I nod my head at her, wishing I could hold her, but I can’t risk it. I’m unarmed, kicking myself for being so far away from my gun. “Baby, I need you to calm down and call the police. Get someone out here.”
I stand up and drag the man to his feet and then out of the bedroom. I can’t even stand the thought of him in the same room as London.
I slam him into the chair at the table and hover over him. “Who are you?”
He’s looking at London’s bedroom door, but I block his view. ‘Who the fuck are you?” I ask again.
He juts his chin at me. “Fuck you. Why are you in London’s bedroom?”
I fist my hand, and without thinking about it, I punch him in the face. His head shoots backward, and blood starts to pour from his cheek.
“What the fuck was that for?” he asks.
“Don’t say her name.”
He looks at me. “London?”
I raise my arm again, and he holds his hands up. “Okay. Okay. Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“What are you doing here?”
He adjusts in his seat, sitting taller. “I was coming to see London. I saw her earlier today, and I wanted to make sure she was okay.”
I put my hands on my hips. “And you thought climbing in her bedroom window would be the way to do it?’
“Dillon,” London says from behind me.
I turn and flinch. She’s in her short pajama set. Shorts that show off her long legs and curvy thighs. A tank top that doesn’t cover her midriff. I grit my teeth. “Go put some clothes on.”
“But…”
I shake my head. “Honey, please, put some clothes on.”
She nods her head and disappears back into the bedroom. I walk over to the kitchen and yank open some drawers until I find what I’m looking for.
I walk back to the man, and he’s looking at the bedroom door again. “You’re so lucky,” he says.
“And you’re going to jail,” I tell him as I put his hands behind his back and put the zip ties on a little too tight.
“Ow, that hurts.”
“Too bad,” I mutter.
He leans back to look at me. “I wasn’t going to hurt her. I would never hurt her.”
“You cut the alarm and climbed in her window. What exactly were you planning to do?”
His face turns red, and I’m sick to my stomach because it’s obvious what his plans were.
There’s a knock at the door, and someone hollers, “Police!”
The blue lights are shining through the curtains.
I walk toward the front door and open it.
