The dark of night played bodyguard over me as I waited for the coast to clear. I couldn't have chosen a better spot for concealment.

I grinned as I sat front-row seat watching Yanni and her cult surround the hotel I'd stayed in for the past couple of weeks. They really had underestimated me.

Like I was really going to stick around after sending that e-mail. I knew it'd only be a matter of time before they figured out the logistics.

But, I had to admit, I didn't think they'd pull it off so quickly. It was a damn good thing I'd listened to my first mind and packed my shit this morning.

I glanced at my watch. Starlet was scheduled to receive her little eye-opener in a few hours. She might be floating in dreamland right now, but it would be nightmare central come morning. I'd kill to see her reaction.

I sat there fighting the urge to call her, maybe taunt her a little bit. Then I gripped the steering wheel, suddenly remembering why I had come back to the hotel.

My stomach muscles tightened. I wanted to kick myself for my slip-up, and I hoped like hell nobody found what I'd left behind.

A habit will kill ya, that's for damn sure. Movement at the front door of the hotel shoved my thoughts aside.

A splash of moonlight cast a pale glow across Yanni's face. I laughed, my voice bouncing around the interior of the car, as I thought of a million-and-one ways to kill her.

Moments later, she got into her car and peeled out of the lot. I only had one wish as I settled back into my seat: that I'd had the chance to have my way with her.