Landon lowered himself towards the ground and inched closer to the voices floating through the dark.His footsteps were undetectable and subtle as Landon inched through the warehouse, his tennis shoes light against the concrete. He made sure to weave between the metal shipping containers carefully as to not make any noise.He needed evidence and if he got caught, he would lose his chance.Landon’s steps slowed as he came closer to the voices.He slowly ducked behind a large metal container and reached for his phone. Landon quickly turned down the brightness of the screen and pressed the recording button. The red button flashed and started counting to signal it was documenting sound.Landon held his breath and stalked towards the light. The voices picked up their volume as he crept closer to the lit room.The small crack in the door shed a sliver of light along the ground. Landon stopped his approach just before the crack and focused on keeping his

Brooklyn glanced down at her phone again from inside the laundromat.She was hoping her car would last her a little longer, at least until she had to marry Vincent. Now that didn’t seem like a possibility with the way her lights wouldn’t even turn on.A message came from Vincent. ‘I forgot to tell you. This new guy, Hunter, is coming to jump start your car.’Great. He wasn’t even coming.Brooklyn would be naive to believe there would ever be anything between her arranged fiance and herself. Neither of them wanted this relationship, but they were both forced into it.Brooklyn’s heart still belonged to the mysterious man she met the day she and her mother landed in the hospital. It sounded a bit ridiculous, but she doubted she would ever get past it.It was the most traumatic day of her life. She was just a junior in High School and Brooklyn finished her last softball game of the year. To celebrate, Brooklyn’s mother had them stop by the store to gr

Landon knew Vincent was giving him directions, but he had a hard time focusing on what he was saying. He had a perfect view of Brooklyn from where he was. She was sitting down in her office, a large window giving him a perfect view of her curvy body. Her light blonde hair was now thrown up in a bun. She had changed her clothes to look more professional and a pair of reading glasses were perched on her perfectly straight nose. Her fingers flew over the keys of the computer and her brow furrowed in concentration as her mind remained focused on the screen in front of her. Her scent had changed since he first met her. The smell of pears was similar, but he felt ashamed h

Luckily, Brooklyn knew where she was because she’s driven this way for years. She knew that there was a bed and breakfast down the street that she might be able to squeeze into tonight. It would take even more money, but luckily Brooklyn was hyper-focused on budgeting, so she knew she could afford one night of trouble followed by the tow in the morning. Despite having lived in southern Seattle for years, the mud and constant rain was something she still wasn’t used to. When she grew up in California, they would only have one crazy storm season for a couple of months. Buckets and buckets of water would relentlessly fall from the sky for long periods of tim