-PROLOGUE-

He could see her from his vantage point, walking with that pretty boy pansy along the shore line. It was infuriating, being so close but unable to do anything more than watch. It almost pushed him over the edge to see the pair embracing, another man touching and kissing HIS girl. But he had time. He'd waited this long, searching and following leads, a few more days wouldn't kill him.

He made a note in his ledger, she'd put on some weight.. 10 pounds, though maybe it was closer to fifteen. Her hair was longer too, but it looked good. Maybe he'd let her keep it that way. But the oversized sweatshirt had to go, she wasn't a hobo and he refused to be seen out with her if she was going to look like that. Obviously she'd forgotten her training, he was going to have to correct that before he would take her back.

And then there was pretty boy. Shemar Alexander Darcy, some rich chump who'd probably never worked a day in his life, who no doubt threw money in her direction to keep her interest. He was going to need more information on the guy but his contact should have no problem acquiring it. He needed to get them apart, remind her what a real man was.

Of course, she was going to have to be punished. After all, running away and putting him through such a mess in the first place was not something to be taken lightly. But once they were through with all that they could pick up right where they left off.

"Soon sweetheart. Very soon."