I held up one hand. “No one goes down there.”
Havoc’s gaze snapped to me. “He’s at our door.”
“Exactly,” I said. “Hewantsus to react.”
Saint swallowed. “What’s the play?”
I stared at the man through the curtain.
“We make him get bored,” I said. “We make him think there’s nothing here.”
Then I reached for the remote and flicked off the hallway light downstairs.
The tavern became a dark shell.
No movement. No sound.
Outside, the man waited.
Then he shrugged like it didn’t matter.
He walked back to the SUV.
But before he got in, he turned and looked straight at the upstairs window.
Not where I was.
Where Rylie was.
He couldn’t see her.
But he acted like he knew exactly where she was.
He raised two fingers to his eyes.
Then pointed at the tavern.
I see you.
Then he got in.
The SUV rolled away.
Rylie’s voice came out thin. “He’s not going to stop.”
I turned and crossed the room, crouching in front of her.
“No,” I said softly. “He’s not. But he can’t force you to marry him. We all know what is going on. I’m surprised he still thinks he can win this one.”
Her eyes filled.
I touched her shoulder—gently grounding.
“I’m not letting him dictate my every move.”
10
Trigger
