Long after sundown, Tyler's car sat idling on a quiet road behind the Adams estate. From where he parked, he could see the faint outline of Jean's bedroom window on the second floor.
When her lights turned on, he leaned forward in his seat. She came into view, wrapped in a towel, damp hair cascading down her back. She didn't close the curtains.
He didn't blink.
When she finally disappeared from view, Tyler reclined back into the shadows, eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction.
"She has no idea," he whispered.
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Meanwhile Jean's parents…
The door shut behind them with a heavy thud. Derek leaned against the desk, loosening his tie. Darla paced slowly, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor.
"She's going to cause a scene," Darla said with thinly veiled annoyance. "You know how Jean gets when she thinks someone's pushing her."
