Page 48 of Securing His Obsession

A burning sensation in her neck was the only warning she got before her knees went a little weak and a black cloth closed over her head.

This wasn’t good.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

Damon looked at his phone. He’d texted Margot a half hour ago asking if she wanted anything in particular for lunch. The message remained unread. She always responded or read his messages within a couple of minutes of him sending them.

The back of his neck started to itch, and he didn’t know if he was manifesting it, or that he had something he needed to worry about.

“Wilt?” His friend looked up from the keyboard. “Do you have access to the cameras at Margot’s place?” Asking to invade her privacy seemed so wrong, but it also seemed necessary now.

“I can,” he responded slowly. “Why?”

Damon looked at his phone again. Was he making too much of it? Was Margot outside in the garden and hadn’t taken her phone with her? Should he give her a little more time before he did something she may not like?

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, deciding that waiting was the best thing to do, even though he couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to go pear shaped.

He was being over dramatic. Riding the high from saying he loved her, and Margot telling him she loved him.

“I think it does. Talk to me, and don’t fob me off. Something’s eating at you, and I know you wouldn’t ask me to check Margot’s cameras if there wasn’t a good reason.”

“It’s going to sound pathetic.”

“You love the girl, nothing you say is going to be pathetic. None of us would think that, not knowing what our partners went through and how important they are to all of us. Trust me, we’ve all said something pathetic when it comes to the women we love. Guaranteed we will continue to do so, too.”

Wilt had a point. There was a decided change in the office now that everyone was paired up. It wasn’t a bad change, and until Damon had gotten his head out of his ass and manned up and acknowledged his feelings for Margot, he’d tolerated it. “I texted Margot forty minutes ago, she hasn’t responded.”

“And it wouldn’t worry you if this was how she normally operated, but, considering how quickly Indigo always responds when I text her if she’s not on a job, this isn’t right.”

Some of the tension in his shoulders released. Of course, Wilt wouldn’t have laughed at him. “Yeah.”

“Okay, let me just pull up another screen while this one does the last thing on the tracking device. I feel like I’m getting closer to finding out who it belongs to.” Wilt tapped at the keys one handed. He’d tried to take his arm out of the sling, but Damon had told him that wasn’t happening, threatening to call Indigo. Wilt had given him a death stare, but kept his sling on.

Damon’s phone chimed, and relief swept through his body. Margot had responded. He lifted the device, disappointment slamming into him when he saw it was a text from his dentist reminding him it had been a year since his last visit. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“Not Margot?”

“No.”

“Right, here’s the feed.”

Damon leaned over and looked at the screen. Wilt had pulled up the doorbell camera, which wasn’t that helpful, because it was pointed to the brick wall at the front of her unit. Through the speaker, he picked up the wind blowing, along with normal outside noises. There wasn’t a murmur of voices to suggest she had a visitor, a possibility as to why she hadn’t been paying attention to her phone.

“Fuck, I don’t even know if she’s friendly with the other people that live around her. I did meet the guy who lived on the other side of the driveway, but that’s it.” He should know more about her. About her friends. Then again, she hadn’t shared much about her life with him.

That was something he planned to rectify. He wanted to know everything about her. But first, he had to see where she was.

“Okay, so that’s not helpful.” He turned to Wilt.

“Give me a minute, that doorbell is the easiest one to access.” Wilt tapped away and another view popped up. This one was angled toward the fence line, and he could see Margot’s car parked out the front.

“Why didn’t she park in the garage?” he murmured, surprised she hadn’t done that.

“No idea.”

“Any cameras at the back?” Ever since she’d moved in with him, he hadn’t been back to her place, and he hadn’t gone out the back yard the couple of times he’d been there.