14: Cancel it

WAYLEN

Beth had been chatting with someone called Joe. That was the much I could see from the CCTV footage. If she was aware of the camera, she didn’t act like it. But I seriously doubt she knew of its existence. It was placed high up the wall and hadn’t been in use. 

Father wanted to protect her privacy, not me. Her privacy belonged to me.

Her stomach grumbled for the second time as my car glided down the road. Len was so intent on keeping her safe, and it was hard to ignore him. She tucked her handbag between her legs and wrapped her arms around her torso. Her scent drove me mad. It was nearly impossible to have her this close without wanting to touch her. The hours spent in the office were torture. To think I would have to do this for months until I caught the bastard who killed Father or received the council’s approval gutted me.

I made a sharp turn, and Beth jerked forward. Her arms automatically reached out to stop her head from