Chapter 3
Restraining order my a*s.
estraining order my ass.Duncan, now calling himself Edgar Allenton, turned up his air- conditioning and re-focused his binoculars. She’d closed her blinds, but not before knocking over that vase. He’d scared her. Served her right. She’d worn that suit with the mini skirt he’d bought. How dare she wear anything he’d bought her?
he’d dare anything All he’d done for her. Him—the elite of the psychiatric community. He’d made her. He could break her. She’d never be rid of him. Never. The ridiculous little giggle he’d been repressing came out again.
He peered into his rear-view mirror. He’d done an excellent job with his disguise if he did say so himself. Thanks to contact lenses, his gray-blue eyes were brown. The shaggy steel-gray professor hair that had
