The Watcher

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The moment we get back, Rogers starts locking the doors and windows. I try to help, but he growls and grabs my wrist, not letting me leave his side.

I follow along until the entire house is secure.

Finally, Rogers seems to relax a little, but his eyes are still darting around everywhere.

"Rogers? What's the problem? It's probably just some tourist who doesn't know this is a private island."

"Maybe."

"Well, who else would it be?"

I don't know, but I'm going to find them."

I certainly won't be complaining about that.

I don't particularly want my and Rogers's alone time to be interrupted by misplaced...