32 Saturday 4 August, 8.46am.
He had to be especially careful this time. If he was seen, it was entirely possible he might draw more than a quick glance.
He’d been careful, though, not to overdo it. Sure, the jeans were tight and the shoes were undeniably feminine, but he didn’t want to push his luck too far.
All he had to do was hope he didn’t bump into anybody. It wasn’t likely, but he still had to be vigilant.
He thanked his lucky stars she lived on a quiet lane. If this had been a busy road, or if she’d had lots of neighbours, it would have been impossible.
He parked the car a little further down the lane than usual. It would be too risky to park nearby now.
Getting out of the car, he let the hair fall in front of his face, obscuring it slightly from anyone who might see him. The
