Finally—mercifully—the gates clicked open. Reese eased the car forward, the Maybach gliding across the gravel driveway. The mansion loomed ahead. Light poured from several windows.
As they rolled into the compound, Winn's gaze flicked instinctively to the right—and his stomach sank.
There.
Parked neatly under the carport.
Evans' car.
Of course.
"Fucking fantastic," Winn muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just what I needed."
Evans being here meant interference.
Hopefully, he wouldn't make this even more difficult.
But knowing Evan?
He absolutely would.
He stepped into the Everest living area.
Evans was already waiting for him.
Standing in the center of the living room, arms crossed, shoulders squared.
Winn swallowed, forcing civility into his voice. "Hey."
"You are here for Ivy?"
"I'm here to take her out of here," Winn replied, taking two steps closer. "And I'm not letting her go until we have a proper conversation."
