Chapter 42
JAKE
Emma’s enjoying herself.
And I’m enjoying watching her, thanks to the cameras Mason set up in the bar today. Not gonna chance her safety.
Picking up the whiskey I poured for myself after I let myself into her house, I lean against the kitchen counter and expand the view on my phone. I know she won’t drink more than she has, not when she’s driving. Meaning she’ll be home soon.
Downing my drink, I set the glass back next to the bottle on the kitchen counter, right where her father always kept it. Phone in my back pocket, I walk up the stairs to her bedroom. The lights are off. I test the third step from the top—still squeaks, just like it did eighteen years ago.
No, she doesn’t know I’m in her house.
If she thinks I’m waiting for an invitation, she’s about to learn better.