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Chapter Eleven
Chance
“That the husband’s car?” Kodiak asks and I glance up from the folder in my lap as he nods to the sleek black sedan in the driveway. I glance back down to double-check our information before nodding.
“Yeah, that’s him.”
Kodiak studies the house for a second, his jaw ticking. “What the hell is he doing here?”
“No clue,” I reply just as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and read the text from Camilla, the woman we’re helping today. “She said he switched shifts with someone at the prison and he’ll be out of here in ten minutes.”
“I have a bad feeling about this,” he grumbles, his gaze never leaving the house. Kodiak is usually a pretty chill guy but when we go out on a transfer, he gets a little antsy. “We look suspicious as fuck out here.”
“No, we don’t.” We are parked away from the house, on a different street, where we could remain out of sight but still see everything happening at Camilla’s house. No one will see us or if they do, they won’t realize what we’re here for.
Leaning back in my seat, I cross my arms over my chest and my mind wanders to last night at the charity event with Carly. Something definitely freaked her, but I didn’t push because all it will do is make her shut down. I am worried about it, though. I’ve seen that expression of fear too many times to dismiss it as nothing, even if that is what she did. Then again, she did have to deal with her mom last night. I could take all the shit she threw at me but seeing the expression on my girl’s face after she got done talking to her, I was done. I swear, I’ve never been so close to punching a chick in the face in my life.
Needing to pass the time, I pull my phone out and send a text off to Carly.
Me:
What are you doing tonight?
Even though I spent last night with her, I’m desperate to see her again. Especially now that it seems like I’m getting to see real pieces of her. Her walls are slowly coming down and I couldn’t be more thrilled. The more I learn about her, the more I want to uncover. I’m so into this girl it’s a little fucking scary. My phone buzzes in my hand.
Carly:
Sunday night dinner with my family.
Me:
And after that?
Goddamn, I sound like a pussy, begging her for even a little of her time but it’s worth it to see her. An image from last night, while we were in the shower, fills my mind and I grin as my phone buzzes with her reply.
Carly:
I don’t know. Why?
Me:
‘Cause I want to see you.
“Dude, what the hell is with you smiling all the damn time lately?” Kodiak asks, still sounding irritated. I shrug.
“Nothing, man.”
“Bullshit. You’re like a damn chick, always on your phone and grinnin’ like an idiot. What’s her name?”
“Carly.”
His brow shoots up in surprise. “Ali’s friend?”
“Yep.”
He nods and hums, glancing back over at the house. “Can’t say I blame you. Thought about hittin’ it myself when she showed up to Ali’s house in that sexy little leather jacket.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl, a mental image of Kodiak touching my woman seared into my mind. He stares at me for a minute before chuckling.
