Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Is anyone home?” I peered over my shoulder down to
Crane.
He cleared his throat. “Mrs. Ashby and Mrs. Torrance are
on their way back from the city—shopping,” he clarified.
“They’ll be here in time for dinner.”
Mrs. Torrance. Jesus, fuck you.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, letting out a breath and
waiting.
“And…” he continued. “Miss Ashby is in the backyard.”
I stopped breathing for just a moment. The backyard. I
hated the way knowing that she was so close could give me
pause.
I locked my jaw and continued up the stairs.
“She’s not alone, sir,” he called after me. “Mr. GGrayson is
here.”
I halted. Will?
“Please let me know if I shouldn’t have admitted him,”
Crane rushed to add. “You only said—”
“It’s fine,” I bit out.
Continuing up the stairs, I barreled into my bedroom,
throwing open the door so hard, the knob slammed into the
wall. Charging over to the windows, I pulled back the
gossamer curtain and peered down into the backyard, the view
from the second floor spanning the terrace, pool, pool house,
and wooded area beyond. I locked my gaze on them in the
pool.
“What the fuck?” I growled low.
He had her in a headlock, her hair in her face, and a huge
fucking smile on his. She struggled and fought, trying to reach
him behind her, and while I was trying to decide if I was
angrier that he was touching my shit or if he was really hurting
her or just playing with her, he let her go, pushed her forward,
and splashed her, both of them laughing and answering my
question.