Tonight?
I climb my steps. “Why not wait till the Fourth?”
“Because we’re crashing the Falls on the Fourth.”
I throw him a look, shimmying out of my backpack and digging my house key out of my pocket. “You mess up my brother’s celebration, we can’t be friends.”
I don’t care how much we might get along. Madoc works too hard.
I start to move through the door, but Farrow comes up to my right and leans into my ear, stopping me. “Behind me, on the window frame, is a camera,” he says in a low voice.
I lift my eyes, seeing just past him. A small lens is posted on the exterior of one of my living room windows.
Was that there when I bought the place?
“Two more on the side of the house,” he continues, “and one at the rear. Morrow installed them while you were at work this morning.”
Lucas?
I dart my gaze between Farrow and the camera and back again. He put cameras outside my house this morning while I was at work?
“They’ll feed to a device, probably his phone,” Farrow tells me.
That dick! He said he helped Fallon at her workshop, took some work calls… Conveniently left out that he installed security on my house, footage for which I have no access!
I grit my teeth. “Thanks.”
He gives me a nod and goes back to his crew. I head inside, locking the door.
I drop my bag on the floor, ready to tear every camera off my damn house. Did my brothers tell him to put them up? Are they watching me too?
But no, they would’ve freaked first if they knew I bought a house. Jared wouldn’t have been able to resist melting down.
I slide my phone out of the backpack and start to call Lucas. Or text him. How dare he take it upon himself to make a decision like this aboutmyhome, and let’s not pretend for a minute it’s because he’s actually worried about my safety! It’s for him and my brothers—and my father, for that matter—to know whether or not I’m staying out too late, having men over, or not coming home at all some nights. I could scream at him. What does he think he’s going to see, and what would he do about it? Piss me off some more?
I squeeze the phone in my hand, pacing back and forth, about to rail at him.
But he expects that. Even if I didn’t see the cameras, he would assume someone saw him installing them, and instead of warning me when I saw him earlier, he decided to let me come home while he tried to get away with it.
I don’t want another fight.
I want revenge.
Crossing the living room, I grab the Cubs cap off the couch and lift the window, wincing at the squeaks the rusted, old metal makes. Sticking my head out, I hear Farrow’smusic playing from car speakers as everyone sets up for the party, and look up at the camera focused on my porch.
When he checks his app, he’ll see footage of Farrow talking to me just a minute ago. Reaching up and staying out of view, I throw the hat over the front of the camera before tilting it on its ball joint to face inside my house.
Right on the living room. It’s no doubt motion-activated, but he might assume it’s from the wind or a glitch.
Pulling the hat back off, I close the window and have a seat on the couch. Taking out my phone, I call Dylan. I don’t have the patience to have this discussion over text.
“Hey,” she answers.
“Can you guys get away for a while tonight?” I ask her.
They stay pretty booked at the summer camp, but since she and Aro’s boyfriends also work there, they don’t want to be anywhere other than with them.
“Can who get away?”
