Page 48 of Ravaged With You

And that’s when he realized the truth: Between the two of them, she was the one with no fear. While he was fucking terrified.

Chapter Fourteen

“Wait a second,” Red says, his hand going out to stop me before I continue down the steps. We’re in front of the entrance to the condo, looking out toward the tree-lined street.

“What’s going on?”

“That car. The black one with the tinted windows.”

I see the car he’s talking about, but nothing stands out to me. “What about it?”

He doesn’t say. Instead he takes a step forward, then glances back at me. “Stay here.”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond, just continues down the walk until he reaches the curb. He pauses, then takes a step into the street, between two parked cars. Traffic is light, but there are enough cars that he can’t cross immediately.

As he hesitates, I notice that the car in question is starting to pull out. Traffic clears enough for him to start to cross, and as he does, the car guns its engine, then screeches away.

I hurry down the sidewalk toward the curb as Red continues crossing, then seems to inspect the area where the car was only moment before.

I watch all of this, baffled, until he comes back to me.

“What is it?”

“Surveillance. On us.”

My eyes go wide. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“How can you be so sure?” I don’t actually doubt him. The car definitely seemed to be zipping away from Red specifically. “And why did you notice that car in the first place?”

“Instinct.”

“Okay, but why?”

“No resident tag. And there was someone sitting in the passenger seat, not the driver’s side.”

“Maybe they were waiting for someone. And how do you know that anyway? The windows were tinted.”

“The windshield isn’t.”

“Yeah, but from our angle at the condo, we couldn’t see the windshield,” I tell him.

“I didn’t see it when we came out, I saw it when we pulled in.”

“You’re telling me that as we pulled in on our side of the street, you just happened to notice somebody sitting in the passenger side in a car across the street?”

He just shrugs.

“And that was it?”

“When we came out, the back window was cracked. The front window was cracked when we first arrived.”

“Well, I’m seriously impressed. And that’s not instinct.”

“No?”

“No,” I insist. “It’s training. And skill. And honestly it’s pretty creepy that someone was just sitting there watching your place for who knows how long, but it’s seriously impressive that you tagged them. Is that the word?”