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Because naturally he'd brought tools.
Who carried roofing supplies before sunrise?
Psychopaths.
That's who.
Twenty minutes later I gave up.
Pulled on jeans.
Boots.
A sweatshirt.
Then headed outside.
By then Beast was climbing down.
He landed lightly in the yard.
A feat that shouldn't have been possible for a man his size.
"Done."
"Wonderful."
"It was worse than I thought."
"I don't care."
"You should."
"I don't."
His mouth twitched.
Victory.
Small victory.
But still.
Then I noticed something.
A dirty truck slowly rolled down the road.
The same vehicle we'd seen next to her barn.
The same dark windows.
The same feeling.
The smile vanished from my face.
Beast noticed instantly.
His entire posture changed.
