ZACH’S POV
I stood behind the curtain, watching her.
Mabel paused at the end of the driveway and glanced back toward the house. I quickly stepped away from the window before she could catch me staring.
A few minutes later, the cab pulled up. I watched her climb inside and waited until the car disappeared around the corner.
I’d almost offered to drive her home.
But that would mean getting even more involved in her life, and I had no intention of doing that. At least, that was what I told myself.
I almost scoffed at the thought.
If I wanted nothing to do with her, then why the hell had I given her a necklace with a tracker hidden inside it?
There was no good reason. No strategic advantage that required real-time knowledge of her every location. The only explanation I could stomach w
