The Watcher

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

The Watcher

The moment we get back, Dylan starts locking the doors and windows. I try to help, but he growls and grabs my wrist, not letting me leave his side.

I follow along until the entire house is secure.

Finally, Dylan seems to relax a little, but his eyes are still darting around everywhere.

"Dylan? What's the problem? It's probably just some tourist who doesn't know this is a private island."

"Maybe."

"Well, who else would it be?"

I don't know, but I'm going to find them."

I certainly won't be complaining about that.

I don't particularly want my and Dylan's alone time to be interrupted by misplaced tourists.

Ok. You go and tell them they're on the wrong island. I'll wait here."

I'd like to go snorkeling, but it doesn't look like Dylan's nerves can take me leaving the safety of the house at the moment.

"Stay inside."

"I will."

Dylan kisses me before leaving, locking the door behind him.

It surely won't take him long to find whoever it is, not with his wol