Camilla's POV
"Wait, isn't that your boss standing over there?" Eden pressed her face against the passenger window, squinting through the glass like she needed a closer look to be certain.
I didn't need to look twice. Even from this distance, I could pick out that imposing silhouette anywhere. The way Mr. Spike stood with his shoulders squared, that controlled posture that screamed authority - it was unmistakably him. What made my stomach drop wasn't recognizing him, but seeing him planted right outside my front gate like he belonged there.
Eden didn't need to point out what was already painfully obvious.
What I couldn't wrap my head around was how he'd tracked down my address, and more importantly, what business he had showing up here unannounced.
