–Deanne–
The moment I saw his message, something cold and sharp settled in my chest. I knew exactly what I needed to do. The love of my life was out there, possibly running into danger again, and I refused—absolutely refused—to sit here and let anxiety eat me alive.
I rushed back to the bedroom, flipped open my laptop, and tried to track his location. But that asshole had the nerve to turn it off. Of all times, Caine.
I was still trying to trace him through different channels when the doorbell rang.
The doorbell.
No one ever uses our doorbell. And we never listed our address for any deliveries. Not even private ones. My heartbeat spiked as I switched on the camera feed.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw a man standing there—a stranger at first glance—until he tilted his head up.
Logan. Wearing a bull cap like some undercover delinquent.
This bastard. What the hell is he doing here?
