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Ray fought back the rage. Rage was what had gotten him arrested and convicted before. He forced himself to lean away from the security cameras. He was supposed to be patrolling parking lots B and C, but he’d offered to cover lunch for the two second-shift guards, Freeman and Brown, in the security office. It was cooler in there, and he’d needed to use the computer to write another letter to Fin. It had been a few days, and he didn’t want her to think he had lost interest. He couldn’t do that to her.
She wasn’t always as confident as she appeared sometimes.
He knew how uncertain relationships could make people. Especially sensitive people like her.
But there was no damned reason Dr. Patel should be reading his letter now. It was for Fin.
Not Patel.
Ray bit back the rage again.
He forced himself to stay in his seat for the next forty-five minutes, as that damned Dr. Patel called the TSP.
As they reported him for stalking her.
Sweat pooled at the back of his neck when he thought about what that would mean.
It was just a matter of time until they figured it out. He already had a conviction for stalking and assault on his record. Yeah, his aunt had helped him get it hidden, but someone with the TSP would be able to find it.
Fin...Fin shouldn’t have done that to him.