Chapter 162: Stalking Her Home
Logan's POV
I drove past the Preston house again on Thursday morning.
I'd been doing this for weeks. Not every day, but enough that I knew the rhythms of the house—when the lights came on, when cars moved in and out of the driveway, which hours were quieter than others.
The answer was almost never.
There was always someone. Her mother in the garden. Her brother's car in the driveway. The tall man—Dante—arriving in the morning with bags that I assumed contained food, which told me he'd made himself a fixture in a way that went beyond casual visiting. The other man I kept seeing, the one I didn't have a name for yet, who arrived less often but was clearly comfortable there, who the kids seemed to know.
The kids.
Two small boys, four years old or thereab
