He stood at the upstairs window, behind the sheer curtains, and watched her stride confidently up the walk.
"What does she want?" he muttered, "Can't she take a hint?"
He heard the firm knock on the front door, but didn't even consider answering it. She stepped back from the house and scanned the front windows. Taking another step back, she peered at the second story windows. He shrank back into the shadows, then cursed.
"Damn it, I won't hide in my own house." His frown deepened, but he didn't move.
She turned to leave and he sighed in relief to see her back, but then she turned and looked up again. Was she looking at his window? He barely breathed.
"You're going to have to come out some time, Mr. Thomas MacQuaid. You can't stay in there forever."
"And when you do you're mine," she whispered, "All mine."
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