Chapter 5
Becka
I was hunkered down in my car, watching the condo though my driver's side window. I'd been watching it for a half-hour now, but saw nothing to be concerned about.
I tried to smile.Maybe Nicky was gone. Hey, anything was possible, right?
A low scoff escaped my lips.As if I'd get so lucky.
Lately luck had been thin on the ground, but I had only myself to blame. I mean, we make our own luck, right? And, assuming this was true, I'd been doing a sorry job of it.
Seriously, what on Earth had I been thinking?
I was still mulling that over when a tap on the passenger's side window made me jump in my seat. I whirled to look and stifled a gasp. It wasn'thim, the guy I'd been watching for. It was theotherhim – Jack Ward.
I felt my eyebrows furrow.What was he doing here?
As I stared in open confusion, he pointed to the passenger's side door and said, "Open up."
I frowned. Even muffled through the glass, his words had sounded way too bossy for my liking. Unless I was mistaken, he'd just given me an order – andnota request.
I glanced around, taking in the quiet city street.Where had he come from, anyway?I had no idea. Beyond confused, I called through the glass. "Why?"
He eyed me through the car window. "Because if you don't, I'll have to get it myself."
I was still frowning. Hecouldn’tget it. The car was locked – and for a good reason, too.Hewas out there, somewhere. And Ididn'tmean Jack Ward.
I took another glance around before returning my attention to the passenger's side door. Just as I did, it swung open, and Jack slid into the car, claiming the passenger's seat and shutting the door behind him.
I gave a confused shake of my head. "Wait. Wasn't it locked?"
"Not good enough," he said.
Okay, that made zero sense, but hey, what else was new?At leastnowhe was wearing a shirt – a plain black T-shirt, as generic as you could get. And yet, on him, it didn't look generic at all.
The shirt looked…well, distracting, that's what.
I heard myself say, "What are you doing here?"
"The same as you."
I seriously doubted that. After all,Iwas watching for the psycho that was my new roommate – a roommate I'd met for the very first time only five days ago. I gave Jack a thin smile. "Which is…?"
He flicked his head toward the opposite side of the street. "Watching that condo."
I sat back in surprise. So hedidknow? But he couldn’t know everything. As a test, I asked, "Watching for what?"
He gave me a hard look. "You tell me."
I didn'twantto tell him. Cripes, I didn't want to tell anyone. Mostly, I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.
I'd been so freaking stupid.
Stalling, I turned and looked once again toward the condo. The place was obnoxiously nice – one of six attached units located across from the waterfront city park. Probably it wastoonice.
By this, I meant that it was well beyond my normal budget even for a rental. Even so, I'd gotten a heck of a deal – half-priced rent and free utilities.
Probably this should've been my first clue, huh?
