Chapter 10
Stiff and weighted with disgust at his own stupidity, Riley groaned as he pried himself off the crate. He’d stared at Keir’s condo for hours, hoping the blinds would be raised or the door would open—any sign the man was okay. Or better yet, any sign he was angry enough to march back over and give Riley hell for being such an ass. Riley damn well deserved it for his shabby treatment of a…what was Keir exactly? A friend? One lunch didn’t make a solid friendship. Neighbor? Well, that was true enough, but too vague. Ah. The most accurate word was “victim.”
He buried his face in his hands, hiding from the realization that, yes, he really was a stalker, complete with his very own innocent victim. No corrupt politician or warlord or human trafficker here who might deserve to be treat
