I nod, then close my eyes so she’ll think I’m going to sleep and listen as she lets herself out of the house, before I get up to lock the door.
Standing in the foyer, I lift my hand to my mouth and start to nibble on a nail.
Who is Enzo? Why does he care? Cassia said he’s overprotective.
That’s not a good thing.
Shoot. Am I in danger?
Feeling very confused, I wrap my arms around my middle and head to my bedroom so I can shower. I’m trying to stay awake so I can get my sleeping schedule right, because staying up at night to clean the house is just stupid.
As I go through my routine, my thoughts keep revolving around Cassia and my mystery employer, Enzo.
Who are they really?
How did they find out about me?
Why do they care so much?
The questions are endless, and even though I’m suspicious of their kindness, I really hope that’s all it is and I’m not being groomed for something nefarious or to be hunted like a deer.
God, I never should’ve watched that horror.
Chapter 12
ENZO
Feeling grumpy, because I haven’t been able to interact in person with Jenna and Cassia gets to spend every day with her, I drive to the lakehouse.
It’s one am, and Jenna went to bed at eleven, but I don’t care. I just need to see her. Watching her through the security cameras isn’t enough.
When I pull up to the property, I switch off the SUV's lights so they don’t shine into the house, but as I steer the vehicle up the driveway, two guards run closer, aiming their weapons at me.
I let the window down and say, “It’s Enzo.”
“Sorry, sir. We weren’t expecting you,” one of them replies before they return to their positions.
I drive up to the garages and switch off the engine. Picking up my phone from where it’s lying in the center console, I check the security feed to see if Jenna heard the SUV.
She’s still fast asleep in her bed, so I get out and let myself into the house via the front door.
I leave all the lights off as I head to the second floor.
I never took myself for a stalker, but Jenna just brings it out in me.
Her bedroom door is only partially closed, and I slip inside. My eyes instantly seek out her sleeping form as I creep closer to the bed, then I stand and stare down at my beautiful little angel.
Finally, I’m able to take a deep breath, and the tension in my chest eases.
Yeah, I’m so far gone when it comes to this woman, it’s insane.
Watching her in my house over the past week, I’ve learned she’s a creature of habit. She follows the same routine every day.
I see what she writes to Cassia on the notepad, and know something bad happened in her past that led to her having selective mutism and severe anxiety.
Unable to stop myself, I reach out to Jenna and very softly brush my fingertips over her loose, silky blonde strands.
I wish she would stop tying her hair in a ponytail. Every night before bed, she brushes the strands out and lets them hang free.
