She felt as if she’d toured every parking lot in the entire township of Huntington with nothing to show for it but the two pounds she’d gained from eating pizza and doughnuts on the fly. For a guy with good looks and a bad-boy attitude, Luke lived an extremely dull life. He went to work, ran errands and went home. From what she could tell, each of his days was pretty much the same as the next and the one after that. If he entertained, it must have been on the weekends. She’d even endured a sleepless night to see if he went out prowling after midnight. In spite of her best efforts, she’d dozed off a few times and awakened with a start, both relieved and disappointed to find his SUV still parked in the driveway. All her dedication bought her was a stiff neck and a cranky mood that caused both Hobo and the marshal to keep their distance. Sitting in her car, eating yet another slice of pizza, she argued with herself about when to stop the surveillance. What if she stopped it just one day too soon?
