Matchmaking With A Mission
He'd known where she was for almost two weeks. He'd been watching her house, watching her. He just hadn't felt a need to do anything about it.Until now. Fate had forced his hand. He didn't have much time left. He had to use it wisely. Take care of all those loose ends in his life.
As he pried at the flimsy lock on the side window he thought about how he had loved her. Idolized her. Thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Unfortunately she hadn't felt the same way about him.
The lock snapped with a soft pop. He froze, listening even though he knew she wouldn't have heard it. Usually by this time of the night she'd finished off enough cheap wine that she would be dead to the world.
Dead to the world. He liked that. He'd been dead to the world thanks to her.
He'd planned this for so long and yet he felt uneasy, a little thrown by the fact that he'd had to break in tonight. All the other nights, she'd forgotten to lock up. Why tonight, of all nights, did she have to remember to lock the damn doors?
A few days ago he'd waited in the overgrown shrubs outside, watching her shadow move behind the sheer curtains in the living room to t ... read full excerpt from Matchmaking with a Mission ebook
