Chapter
Twenty-two
The heavy grip of the fog offered concealment as it
wrapped its long white fingers around everything it touched. The swish of the
occasional wiper blade kept his view of the walk-up unobstructed. She’d been
home for a few hours, if his calculations were correct. The light on in the
bedroom meant she was getting ready to turn in for the night. His pulse began
to race as he ran the slick panties across the front of his pressed slacks. He
was going to enjoy his time punishing her for making him wait. His knuckles
paled as he grasped the steering wheel. He thumped out a rhythm with his thumbs
on the circular steel and started to rock forward. Energy pulsed through his
body. He needed to move now. He almost squealed when he snapped on the latex
gloves, pricking hi
