Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,6

for that girl. I sure hope she brought a little cash to work and packed her own lunch because it’s going to be impossible for her to use any of her credit cards for the rest of the day when I’m done with her.

“Listen, I have to finish getting ready for work. I’ll try to figure out what happened to the package on my end. Call me if you get it.”

“What’s in the box?”

“Talk soon!”

She hangs up before answering the question, and I’m left extremely curious and apprehensive at the same time.

The bellow comes from deep inside my apartment the second I push open the door.

“Hush,” I insist, rushing to close the door behind me.

The cat bellows again.

“Seriously? You know you aren’t supposed to be in here.”

Simon, the stray cat I secretly hid in a backpack and smuggled into my apartment six months ago, doesn’t care that he isn’t allowed here. All the orange tabby cares about is that he’s hungry. He’d risk exposure for a bowl of food.

“If you get us kicked out of this apartment, I’m not going to be very happy with you,” I warn, but like the well-trained human I am, I head straight for the pantry to fill his bowl.

Most might think it’s crazy to leave an apartment you love because an animal you never had any intentions of keeping is discovered, but I’d never give him away or relinquish him to a shelter. Where Simon goes; I go, plain and simple.

“Now I have to start work early this morning,” I tell him. “So, I need you to be quiet.”

As if already planning to thwart my plans, Simon drops his head to the bowl I just filled and begins to purr loudly while he eats.

“I’m serious, Simon. The job I start today is serious, and the boss seems like a real stickler for timely work. I can’t have you caterwauling all over the place like normal.”

I think the creature knows that he’s not supposed to be here because he demands attention and if his requests aren’t met with immediate love and affection, he runs all over the place screaming at the top of his lungs like I’m trying to beat him.

Needless to say, my cat runs my life, not the other way around.

Chapter 3

Wren

“Creep!”

“I’ll leave you here tonight if you don’t keep your damn beak closed,” I threaten.

“I like it here,” Puff counters. “Try me, sucka!”

I shake my head, keeping my eyes on the screen in front of me.

There are a million things that could distract me, work being one of them, but there’s something about this girl that keeps me from staying away very long.

You’d think after several days of cyberstalking, I’d be tired of her already, but here I am watching the scowl on her face as she runs on the treadmill in our apartment complex gym.

“Loser!” the bird snaps. “Get a life!”

Her life seems as isolated as mine, and maybe some of that is the appeal. She hardly ever leaves the building, having her groceries delivered right to her door. I should be concerned with the amount of Taco Bell she has delivered since I’ve tapped into the apartment security system and have seen Taco Bell delivered four times—twice yesterday, by a girl in a Door Dash uniform—I’m well aware of her love of Mexican food.

I’m not a total creep. I haven’t accessed her credit card purchases, but I do know that she’s only eight months into her two-year lease in apartment 913. I’m also pretty certain that she has an animal hidden away inside because she always shuffles her feet when she opens the door as if she’s trying to prevent something from escaping.

Not only does she have kinky boxes of sex toys delivered, but she’s also a rule breaker of sorts. Considering what I do for a living and my penchant for kinky things myself, these things appeal to me greatly.

“Hey, I need—”

Flynn’s mouth snaps shut the second he walks in and my screens go black.

I’m falling down on my game, because I moved too slow this time. No one around here actually knocks on a closed door. I mean, why would any of us need privacy?

“What’s up, man?” I spin in my desk chair, trying my best to school my face, but my acting skills are horrible at best. I know I look guilty, but unless he brings it up, I plan to just keep my trap closed.

“What were you doing?”

Damn it.

“Nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing.”

“It was nothing.”

Flynn frowns, his

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