“Sure as hell wasn’tme.”
She gathered up the wine glasses and empty bottle while Bree said goodbye to K-Squared. She smiled at the giggles she could hear coming from their room. They’d always loved Bree. Sarah had been right. This was the best thing for Kaden and Kimber. She still worried she was going to screw them up. Lord knew she’d never be a PTA mom. But between her parents and Bree and Gran, she’d figure itout.
Bree came from their room, grinning. “I got them all riled up foryou.”
“Awesome, thanks forthat.”
“You’re welcome.” She grabbed her wallet and keys from the bookcase by the door. “You realize I’m Team Chris from this point forward,right?”
“Yeah. Kind of worked that oneout.”
“Unless he screws up again. Then I’m totally back on Team Denise and we’ll figure out the alibislater.”
Chapter 14
Chris reclinedthe driver’s seat back a few more inches. He’d been sitting in his truck for almost three hours. Bree’s car had been in the drive when he arrived, so he’d parked a few houses down to avoid her spotting his truck. Denise had walked her to the door thirty minutes ago and a few lights had goneoff.
Glancing down at this phone, he dimmed the brightness and opened his ebook app. RereadingPet Sematarywould keep him awake, even if it made him damn glad he didn’t own acat.
The phone rang, Denise’s name appearing on the screen. “Hey.”
“Hey.” She didn’t say anythingelse.
“Everything okay?” He looked up the street toward herhouse.
“I’m notsure.”
He sat up straight and scanned around the house for anything unusual. “What do youmean?”
“I think I should call thecops.”
He couldn’t see anything from where he was parked. Was something going on at the back of the house? He thumbed the control to raise the back of his seat. “What’s goingon?”
“I think there’s a creeper parked down thestreet.”
He paused with his hand on the ignition button. “Awhat?”
“You know…a creeper. Stalker.Weirdo.”
He relaxed back into his seat. “Why does it have to be a weirdo?” Guaranteed she’d spotted him and was fucking withhim.
“Well, he keeps shifting around in his seat like he’s rubbing oneout.”
“I’m—” A knock on the passenger-side window interrupted him. Sighing, he ended the call and unlocked thedoors.
Denise climbed inside and pulled the door shut. “Whatchadoin’?”
“Notrubbing oneout.”
“So I can see.” She glanced down at hislap.
Was that disappointment he heard? His dick stirred to life, taking a sudden interest in the idea of her watching him stroke himself. He had a hard time, no pun intended, reconciling her flirtiness with the silent treatment he’d received the last couple ofweeks.
“When did you spotme?”
“The second or third time you drove by looking for a spot to park.” She leaned against the door and angled her body toward him. “So is this sanctioned surveillance or are you here on your owntime?”
“Not sanctioned. Yet,” he emphasized. The paperwork was in, but the higher-ups didn’t see the need to put someone on her and the kids twenty-four, seven at themoment.
