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The way she was looking at me earlier—I wasn’t sure how I’d been able to control myself.
I knew then, the things I desired from Taz, and to do with Taz would destroy me if I wasn’t careful.
No, this one-sided obsession I had with her wasn’t healthy, and it wouldn’t become healthy even if I waited until the end of the world.
The best thing to do now, was to cut my losses and try avoiding the mind-numbing pain this could lead to.
“Well, the GPS says we’re here.” I pulled over and killed the engine.
Leaning forward, I didn’t have to wonder where I was searching for. There were still remnants of police tape floating in the wind from the front doorknob and a massive tree in the front yard.
Searching the street, I noticed it was empty except for a single car parked ahead of us. From what I could see there were two people sitting in it.
“They’re watching the house.” Taz muttered.
“I figured.” I glanced over my shoulder then checked the GPS.
“If you continue ahead.” Taz pointed out. “Make the first left, then a right into the grocery store parking lot, we can park there and double back.”
Agreeing, I started the engine and followed her directions.
As I went, I kept checking to see if we were being followed but it seemed the people there hadn’t noticed us.
“They weren’t cops.” I told Taz.
“I know.”
We made our way back, having to hop a fence to get into the backyard of the house. The grass was dead—all we walked across was dirt and tiny rocks that crunched under our feet.
Entering the house hadn’t been hard, Taz removed her outer shirt, wrapped it around her right fist and slammed it into the glass of the backdoor.
I said nothing as she reached through the hole and stuck her covered hand in to open the door.
As she began searching, I made my way to the front door and peeked out. The men in the car hadn’t moved.
We searched the house, being careful not to leave anything of us behind. Someone had gone through the house searching it. It hadn’t been the cops because they wouldn’t have been as careful as this person had been.
“What were they looking for?” I muttered. “They took all his electronics but from the way things are set out, that’s just to make us think it was a robbery. Thieves aren’t this careful. Look at all this jewellery.”
“That’s what I was thinking.” Taz agreed. “And it’s not like a man like Clive would have hidden the computer or the phone. I mean, my laptop lives on my desk. Darby’s lives on his bed.”
At the mention of his name, I turned to face away from her.
“This doesn’t make any sense.” I murmured, more to myself than to her.
Using a nail, I eased a picture frame aside and arched a brow.
“P, look at this.” I called.
I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t see when Taz moved. By the time I realized what was happening, she had me by the throat, my back against the wall with all her curves against me.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me that?” She demanded, her hot breath washing over my face. “I meant it.”
“Why do you hate that term so much,P’Taz?” I pushed her.
She tightened her grip at my throat.
Smiling at her, I licked the air toward her.