She wasn’t scared enough. Hadn’t experienced the same terror as he had. The pain. The aching loss.
It was harder to get to her now. People everywhere. Damn bodyguards, although he’d managed to shoot the boyfriend. The fiancé. That must have caused a few tears. She was a hard b***h. Made out she was soft and that he was the bully.
She’d started this train ride.
He intended to end it.
There had to be a way to peel back her layers of security, make her nervous until she faltered. Made a mistake.
He paced through the empty house, glad to be alone for a while instead of cozying up with his lover.
While he couldn’t see a way of getting to her, he could still niggle. Behave like that little Jack Russell that lived next door. Bark and harry. Snap at her heels. Get her to start looking over h
