–Jane–
I made sure to deploy more bikers after the van left—especially that specific big bike waiting at the gate of the executive subdivision. I monitored them closely: body cams, GPS, dash cams, the control room—Nest—every feed layered over the other until the picture felt airtight. Too airtight, maybe. I didn't loosen my focus anyway.
"I was planning that we should visit our home."
"Hmm," I replied without looking at him. "It'll be empty most of the time. There's no need. And why purchase one?"
"I didn't purchase it. It was a gift from my great-grandparents."
"Okay." I nodded, fingers still moving. "So… is any of your family present?"
"Nope."
That made me turn. My brows creased before I could stop them.
"Really?"
"I cut them off entirely." Then, softer, closer—he scooped my face with both hands. "Anyway. Let's visit our house. Maybe renovate it the way you like."
"Whatever."
He grinned—slow, deliberate—and before I could react, he lifted me right off the swivel chair.
