Page 57 of Wreckage of Us
I bring my cell phone up, unlock it, then methodically start going over the alarm report. It’s from the back yard, and, upon closer inspection, right by the large bush that’s been a pain in my ass since I moved in. I’m gonna take the fucker down myself, I decide.
I walk into the kitchen and approach the sink where there’s a window overlooking the large expanse of the yard, all the way down to the creek. I try not to get my face too close to the glass in the hopes that whoever is out there won’t see me.
The branches move slightly, but it could be the breeze. A look at the trees nearby shows there’s not much of a breeze though. Not enough to move those big ass branches.
“Fuck,” I mutter and decide to call for reinforcement without taking my eyes off that bush.
Just as I bring the phone to my ear, it starts buzzing with an incoming call. I don’t bother glancing at the screen to see who it is because I don’t want to take my eyes off that bush.
“Yeah,” I bark into the speaker.
“I know you already know this,” Puck’s rushed voice comes over the line. “But there’s someone out in Becca’s back yard. I am looking over the recording right now,” he mumbles, and I hear all sorts of typing happening on his end. “I can’t tell how in the hell they got back there without any of the cameras catching it.”
“Are you saying theylivein that bush?” I snort.
“I’m saying that they either know where all the cameras are, so they know to avoid them…”
“Or…?” I prod him when he stops talking.
“Or,” he lets out a heavy sigh. “They know where all the cameras areandthey hacked into the system.”
“Fuck,” I let out.
“Pretty much.”
16
Becca
“When areyou going back to work?” Colton eyes me up and down as he shovels food into his mouth.
The past ten weeks have been so surreal. The worst part of it all is the fact that I actually love being home. The house has never been cleaner. I also started a blog of sorts where I review the romance novels I like to read. I was bored out of my mind, when the idea came to me. I didn’t think much would come out of it. But now I have followers, and I am obsessed.
As a side note, having Dylan around has been amazing as well. I wake up every morning with this soul deep fear that I am going to open my eyes and he’ll be gone. But no. Every morning, he is here. He takes me shopping when I need to go, and he drops me off at his mother’s place when he needs to do things without me.
“That house is the safest place possible, trust me, baby,” he informed me one time when I expressed concern.
“Do you even think all this is necessary anymore?” I questioned haughtily. Because while I do love being home and not worrying about following a work schedule, I cannot stand the fact that I have to tell him where I am at all hours of the day and night. Well, he knows where I am at night, but that’s besides the point.
“It won’t be much longer, babe,” he promised but didn’t get into details, and I had no choice but to follow his directive yet again.
It should be noted, though, that I have not received any more crazy messages, Oliver’s groupie has not showed up at my door anymore, and Dylan got zero indication that his father was roaming around. With that being said, why is he still acting like we’re under siege?
“I’m not sure when I go back to work, Colt,” I now tell my brother. “Maybe after the baby’s here.” I rub a hand over my belly that’s now definitely showing. Eighteen weeks down, twenty-two to go.
“Is the baby moving yet?” Colt mumbles around a mouthful of oatmeal.
“Not yet, a couple more weeks I’d say.”
“Did you ever open that envelope?” he continues questioning me.
“What envelope?”
“From the doctor,” he explains. “With the sex of the baby. I think it’s a girl,” he bobs his head up and down as he’s scraping at his bowl.
“Ethan says the same,” I grin at my brother.
We’ve been video chatting with Ethan almost every night. He is so excited to become a big brother, even though, in a certain sense, he already is. But it’s made me love him as much as I love his father. They are so much alike too, especially in the way they can fixate those eyes on someone, almost like they can see straight into their soul.
