There wasn’t much to do around the house, or cabin in the middle of nowhere, as Abigail liked to refer to it. Nothing to entertain herself with and definitely nothing to distract her from watching Lorenzo’s every move.
She watched him as he discussed strategies with the other men. She watched him when he frowned with his head bent over the screen of the laptop. She watched him when he ate. She even watched him when he frustratedly paced outside the house lighting one cigarette after another.
Which is what he was doing now. Whatever he had read on his laptop moments before, had really worked him up. He was pacing back and forth like a pissed off lion ready to charge and bite anyone who dared cross his path. He was on his third cigarette. She had been counting.
“You will be my favorite
