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He doesn't get out.

Maybe he's waiting for her.

I sink lower in my seat.

One minute passes.

Two.

Five.

My irritation grows.

Who is she?

Is she pretty?

Of course she's probably pretty.

Roman looks like a god. Women probably throw themselves at him constantly.

Maybe—

Movement catches my attention. A man walks along the sidewalk.

I straighten.

He approaches the house Roman is parked near.

Forties, maybe. Brown hair. Dark jacket.

I can't see much from here.

He walks up the path. Unlocks the front door and goes inside. The door closes behind him.

I follow the angle of Roman’s truck toward the house.

Wait.

I stare at his truck, then at the house. Then back to Roman’s truck.

He's not here for a woman.

He's watching the house.

My irritation disappears.

Excitement takes its place.

I sit up. “Oh my God. A stakeout.”

A real one.

I grin. “How fun.”

I grab my phone... then stop. If I text him, he'll know I'm here. Better to surprise him.

I reach for the bag of snacks and water on the passenger floor.