He’d had no intention of doing anything besides sitting in the car this time. Knowing that she was nearby and that if he’d wanted to go to her he could had been good enough. But the minute he saw the light flicker on inside her room, he had been helpless to resist. It was as though she knew he was there. That she was inviting him to come closer. He cut the engine on the car. Pulling his leather coat over his slim body, he then tugged on the matching kid-leather gloves and grabbed the dark knit hat on the passenger side and pulled it over his head, both for protection against the frigid cold and as a means of disguise. But he doubted anyone could identify him. Or even knew who he was for that matter. But he was always careful. Always. Lifting the binoculars from around his neck, he pocketed them and left the car. Inching his way toward her window, he stealthily made for the light beckoning him. As he moved closer, he cast furtive glances over his shoulder just to make sure no one was watching.
