I scowl at the barricade. “Seriously, what’s he hiding up there? Dead body? A mentally ill wife who makes creepy sounds at night?”
He arches his brow and types on his phone.
Ren
Spoiler alert. AndJane Eyre,really?
My jaw drops.
Ren
When you spend this much time with the man, you read. A lot.
“The dealer of secrets likes books?” My mind flips to him thumbing his novel in the car last week when we first arrived.
I hate the way my heart flutters at the idea—a man reading is the sexiest thing ever. I may be a subscriber to the “Hot Men Reading in Public” thread online.
Ren
You wouldn’t be asking if you’d seen the library, which is up there.
He motions to the barricade and rolls his eyes.
Ren
He’s doing this to piss you off. I’ve never seen him so amused.
My eyes narrow, and I glare at the security camera.
It blinks. Once. Twice.
A growl rumbles from my chest. The asshole is watching us.
A snicker draws my gaze back to Ren, who shakes his head, jaw twitching behind his mask. He types on his phone again.
Ren
I’ll talk to him. Just…for the love of God, behave. I really don’t want to shadow you everywhere.
Brow cocked, he unfurls himself from the wall and saunters down the hallway, but not before I catch him pulling a bottle from his pocket, uncapping it, and tossing something into his mouth.
Pills? Vitamins?
“I’m well-behaved! The best damn prisoner you’ve ever had!” I holler after him.
Then I slap my forehead.
Being trapped indoors for a week is driving me out of my mind.
Best damn prisoner? Really, Lana?
That’s what growing up with four competitive older brothers does to you—makes you want to be the best at everything.
Shaking my head, I prowl down the hall, opening doors, peeking into empty rooms. Between completing the random PR assignments Elias has given me since we arrived, I’ve spent my hours snooping through every inch of this house that’s unlocked and available to me.
So, I already know there’s nothing here.
Bedrooms. Lounges. More bedrooms. No half-shredded documents. No sticky notes with imprints of important messages.
