Page 107 of Mine To Hunt

Al nods and steps aside. "Come in. We’ve been waiting."

The technician walks inside and looks around. "So as requested, I’ll install cameras at the front door, living room, kitchen, bedroom and one outside the front door. You’ll be able to see everything from your phone. I’ll show you how it works."

He hands me a pamphlet and shows something on his tablet. "You download this app, log in with the details I’ll give you, and you can see live footage anytime. It also records motion and sends alerts."

"Oh, that sounds easy." I say. "Thank you for explaining."

Al crosses his arms and speaks firmly. "Make sure the front camera covers the entire hallway outside. No blind spots. And the living room camera should also catch the windows."

The technician looks at me for confirmation. I nod. "That is fine. I trust Al. He just wants it to be safe."

As the man works, Al follows him around, adjusting angles himself. "Move it a little left. No, more. Yes. Now the bedroom one should cover both the door and window."

I watch them and laugh softly. "Al! You are supervising like a manager."

He does not laugh. "It needs to be right."

"It’ll be right." I say gently. "You can relax."

"I’ll relax when it’s done properly." He replies.

After a while the technician finishes and packs his tools.

"Everything is set. Call the company if you need anything."

"Thank you." I say.

Al walks him to the door and locks it after he leaves. Then he turns to me.

"Finally. Now I can breathe. At least I know you are watched and safe."

I hug him. "You really do a lot for me."

He gives a small shrug like it does not matter. "Someone has to."

I pull back, studying his face. "You say that like I would forget to take care of myself."

"You would." He says simply.

I huff a quiet laugh. "Wow. Rude."

His mouth curves faintly, but his eyes stay serious. Then suddenly he snaps his fingers like he has just remembered something. "Oh. I ordered Chinese. It should be here soon."

"You ordered food too?" I stare at him. "Did you schedule my breathing breaks as well?"

"Thought about it." He says. "You’d probably forget those too."

The doorbell rings right on cue.

I point at him. "You’re suspiciously efficient."

"I plan ahead." He replies.

We sit at the table a few minutes later, cartons open, steam rising between us. He watches me take the first bite like he is waiting for a verdict.

"Well?" He asks.

"It’s good." I admit. "You may continue being useful."