9
HAYES
Megan kept setting the alarm on me. The fact that she thought her security system–a good one–could keep me out was laughable.
It was my sixth night showing up at bedtime, and she made it hard for me to get in every time. Not too hard. Not that I minded. I was glad she was keeping herself safe and that I was the only one getting to her. I wouldn’t sleep well if I’d thought otherwise. Not that she wasn’t a well-armed, highly trained professional.
I heard her moving around inside. She was home, and she knew I was coming. She had to–I’d been over here like clockwork to service her, as promised.
Still, I didn’t knock. Call it male pride or ego or whatever, but I couldn’t stand the idea of knocking and waiting to be let in. Especially when the chance of her refusing me entry was alw
