As the clock approached 5 p.m., Don stepped out of the self-driving car at the entrance of the Chanel Hills community. He hefted a gym bag over his shoulder—the same one he'd left with that morning—creating the illusion he'd spent the day working out.
The security at the gate recognized him immediately, waving him through after a quick confirmation of his identity.
He walked along the manicured sidewalks, relieved to have avoided any encounters with Cassie or her flirtatious friend. He still wasn't sure if the woman lived in the community or was just a frequent visitor, but it didn't matter.
His thoughts were elsewhere, and right now, all he wanted was a hot shower before preparing for the night's plan.
As he approached the driveway, Samantha's car began backing out of the driveway. He paused, waiting as the vehicle eased onto the street.
