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Being nosy, Gavin began to open cabinets and drawers. Nothing unexpected. Everything was in a proper place. The boy probably didn’t even use the dishes. In the fridge he found a case of coke and several more energy drinks. The freezer was filled with bags of frozen chicken nuggets. Fuck! This boy needed a keeper in the worst way.

He checked the rest of the RV quickly. The bathroom showed that it was used. The bed was unmade. Clothes were scattered from the desk to the bedroom.

Gavin snorted. Stryker needed to pick up the place but it wasn’t what Gavin would consider dirty. Just messy. He returned to the desk and winked at the monitor before he picked up a sharpie and an empty Cheeto puff bag. He tore the bag open and wrote his message.

I’m waiting for you. You have ten minutes to find me.

He dropped the marker before setting the bag in the middle of the keyboard. He turned toward the door before getting an idea. Gavin yanked the shirt over his head and dropped the piece of clothing on Stryker’s chair. A little gift for his stalker.

Gavin hightailed it from the RV before Stryker returned.

Chapter Four

Stryker

The fucker was in his place.

Stryker stared at his phone as Gavin waved at the monitor. This might the best thing that ever happened to Styker. So Papi wanted to play? Let the games begin.

He stuffed his bag of snacky-snacks under his shirt before he jumped back onto his bike. He revved the engine and took off. Gavin was up to something. Other than going through Stryker’s personal space. How had Gavin found him?

Stryker knew he hadn’t done anything to give himself away.

There was no fucking chance of that!

Damn it, how had Stryker messed up?

Barreling down the small-town road on his bike, Stryker didn’t know how to feel. Gavin had tracked him down and that was kind of sexy. It was also worrisome if Stryker was losing his touch. Had he lost his touch? Was spending his time stalking Gavin screwing with his brilliance? Nah, that was impossible. He wasn’t losing anything. Gavin was just better than Stryker had anticipated.

Gavin was truly a worthy opponent.

Stryker cackled under his helmet.

This might not be the game that Stryker had laid out but he was nothing if not adaptable.

Gavin turned the tables on him. Stryker was about to upheave Gavin’s world upside down.

He made the turn into the entrance of the state park too fast. His rear tire slipped and spun but Stryker was able to correct his mistake. He pulled back on the throttle. It wouldn’t do him any good if he wrecked out. Stryker needed to return to his RV in one piece.

Stryker had to slow down even more when he reached the campground parking. There were families all around him and Stryker didn’t hurt the innocent. Ever. It killed him but Stryker maneuvered his bike back in front of the RV.

He shut off the bike and put down the stand before jumping from it.

Stryker raced to his door and up the steps. He pushed the door open and started to search his place for Gavin. He’d half expected Gavin to be in his bed or something outrageous like that. Admittedly that was more of a Stryker move but it would have been cool.

Gavin was not there.

However, he had totally made his presence known.

Stryker picked up the black T-shirt off his chair and grinned. He was already getting his Papi out of his clothes. Score! He noticed the note.

Ten minutes? Ten minutes until what?

And was it really a challenge to find the his prey? Stryker didn’t even bother to sit. Bending over the keyboard, he searched the security cameras until he spotted Gavin leaving his RV. Shirtless.

Gavin headed back into the woods.

Toward his home.

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