Chapter 26

I called him out about his spying on me, lurking around me, and using me as his toy. How dare he play a cat and mouse game with me, breaking my concentration regarding the tasks I had to accomplish at the property. Near the gazebo while surveying its cracked, white paint, making a mental note to tell David that it might just need a fresh coat, I saw Cal at the corner of my left eye. He knelt next to the window of room 112 with a hammer in one hand and an apron filled with nails centered at his middle. Indiscreetly he kept turning his head in my direction, taking long glances at me again and again and again, bothering me, unable to mind his own business. Noticing this, I walked over to him and stood with my pelvis at his eye level, hands on my hips, confident, looked down at him, at the sun twinkling in his shiny-blue eyes, and asked, “You seem to be busy watching me these last few days, Cal. What’s going on? Tell me. I want to know.”