There were even cameras at the little white house with the dock. Ramsay had told me it was the home the previous owner built, but Ramsay only used it as storage and it had a bed, in case anyone needed to use it. There was a camera inside that building and outside it facing the water.
A terrible thought crossed my mind, and I scanned the cameras for the inside of this house.
There were none.
Only cameras on the outside. I could see Cammie and Greig at the pickup truck.
Relieved to discover he hadn’t been filming me inside his home without permission, I stepped back to take in the walls.
They were covered. With weapons.
Different kinds of handguns and rifles. Knives.
More weapons than any one man needed.
This was … this was the kind of room a man who was running from serious shit kept.
Is this … is this what he’d been hiding from me? Literally.
The sound of the front door slamming had me skittering out of the secret room. I instinctively pushed the light back into position and the wall closed.
I studied the mastery of the woodwork, the way the wall paneling masked the line of the door, and I knew Ramsay built this himself.
Footsteps had me quickly reaching for my perfume bottle. I’d just dumped it into the shopping bag when Cammie appeared in the bedroom doorway. “Are you done?”
“Yeah.”
Her gaze swept the room, and I knew something cheeky flirted on her tongue by the quirk of her lips. Then she saw my expression and whatever she was going to say died. Instead, she asked, “Are you okay?”
Still reeling from the shock of the secret room, I covered whatever was on my expression with a half-truth. “Just … memories. Let’s go. Okay?”
“Sure. Greig and I got the dresser in the truck.”
“Already? By yourselves?”
“We’re strong.” She shrugged and I could see her looking around the house as we walked out. “McRae has a shit ton of books.”
“He inherited them from his parents.”
“He told you that?” she asked, surprised.
“Yeah. He had his moments, you know.” I stepped outside and waited for her to clear the doorway. Locking it, I then put the key back where I’d found it. “Let’s go before the tide changes.”
Cammie slid her arm around my shoulders, hugging me into her side. “You’re amazing, Tierney Silver. A total badass. And he doesn’t deserve you.”
Her words rang in my head as we reached the truck and I saw the Welsh dresser in the bed. Ramsay had stained it with a clear finish like I’d wanted. It was beautiful. I placed the bag of my stuff in the bed too since there wasn’t much room in the cab.
And he doesn’t deserve you.
I turned back to look at the house, thinking of where I’d found my stuff.
Thinking of the hidden room that spoke of a man who led a secret life that was frankly a little scary.
And he doesn’t deserve you.
Is that what Ramsay thought too?
Was that why he’d broken us?
