CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
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M y hands balled into fists as I watched the scene unfolding in front of me.
From across the street, I had an unencumbered view of Emmett Ranger embracing my Little Rabbit only hours after the troublesome lengths I went to dispose of a man who tried something very similar.
I could feel my frustration morphing into rage. No one touched what was mine without consequences.
Peering past the two of them still tangled up in one another, I set my sights on the store behind them. Between the sheriff and his two sisters, the Ranger family was monopolizing too much of Millie’s attention.
I grabbed my phone from where I placed it on the dash. Snapping a few pictures, I added them to my growing collection. Usually I preferred pictures of just her, but these would serve a different purpose.
Eyeing the red rose on my passenger’s seat, I made my decision and pulled onto Peak Street.
Maybe they all needed a reminder of who Millie Rushing belonged to.
The lock finally gave, and I pushed into the old farmhouse.
With my vintage video equipment in hand, I headed up the stairs and into my Little Rabbit’s bedroom. This wasn’t the first time I’d been in here, which made selecting a place to hide my camcorder much easier.
Tucking it behind the full length mirror in the corner of the room, I pointed it toward the window—a position that would allow me to easily reach it later.