Every few minutes Jess pulled back the sheer drapes and looked up and down the street. They’d spent the last four hours hunting through Juneau’s documents trying with no luck to find his master list of passwords. Tanner hadn’t wanted to be the voice of doom, but the odds seemed pretty slim of finding what they needed. Juneau could’ve hidden them anywhere. Long minutes had passed as they searched the hard drive for files with keywords like account, password, username, and then opened and scoured every document that came up and waited for her brother’s friend. They hadn’t said too much to each other in that time. They had showered, solo, before sitting at the computer. What a shame to waste water like that, but Tanner had patience. If nothing else, prison had taught him that. He’d have Jess again and when the time came, he’d go slower. He’d be able to. Probably. Most likely. At least he hoped. With his initial sexual urge slaked, he could watch her now with a critical eye.
