EPILOGUE THREE ANDRES
My phone buzzed, and I ignored it.
Weeks had passed, fucking weeks since I’d been inside Ellie Maxwell, and ever since, I felt like I was losing my mind.
I was impatient. Ornery as fuck. Short-tempered. And I couldn’t sleep for shit.
Ellie. Ellie Maxwell. Why won’t you let me in?
No, I wouldn’t use her piece of shit ex’s name when I thought about her.
I’d been putting in sixteen hour days, doing everything I could to stop myself from hunting her down.
There was something about her. Something untamed and wild behind her eyes. Something I wasn’t sure she even knew about herself.
But I recognized it as something special.
She called to me like a siren’s song.
Attracted me like no one else ever had.
I knew where she was. I knew exactly where that fine as fuck woman parked her sweet ass every night.
But what kind of fucking animal would I be if I stalked a woman on the run from her abusive ex?
That motherfucker.