“Oh, come on,” Shaw said to himself. “You know the creep was already spying on you.”
As though he had heard Mirabel come outside, hope rose and walked over to the wall that separated the two villas. One of his men joined him there and was pointing at Reggie’s villa. Shaw zoomed in some more. It was the same muscle that had peeped on the lady earlier. He was probably giving hope a blow-by-blow account of the incident. The resolution on Shaw’s optics was good, but not quite good enough to show someone smiling. However, even without the confirming picture, he was convinced the man was grinning about whatever he was thinking right now.
Shaw flinched when the muscle bent down and formed a stirrup with his hands. A moment later hope was boosted up and peering over the wall. Shaw swung his surv
