That was hatred, plain and simple.
But if the Babins didn’t do it…
That begs another question.
We sent the police to the Babins’ house, having accused them, and if they weren’t behind this, should we apologize?
Ugh! Awkward.
My vision spins.
A quick look through the new camera app says there were no new disturbances last night, either. We were safe, nothing captured outside besides a deer moving around the edge of the property.
A shiver arcs down my back.
It’s just confusing and none of this makes me feel safe.
But there are footsteps on the stairs, so I grab a mug and pour him some coffee.
I won’t tell him. Not yet.
Poor Kane, he’s already worried sick for the kids—and I don’t want to make it worse. He won’t like the uncertainty, the creeping danger in not knowing.
Later, of course he’ll find out, after I’ve had time to process the shock.
He steps into the room a minute later, his hair hanging wet and a burgundy sweater painted on across his broad shoulders.
His eyes heat like green lamps when he sees me.
“Coffee already? Must be my lucky morning.”
“We both need it after last night. Especially you, Mr. Saint, at your age.” I giggle.
“Smartass, don’t think I’m above tanning your ass in this kitchen.” He kisses my cheek as he passes by.
I push the stressful call away.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”
“I like when you call me Mr. Saint,” he growls.
“You’re insatiable.”
“For you, hell yes.” He takes the chair beside mine and grabs my hand, bringing the mug to his lips. “Being around you without touching violates the laws of physics.”
“Then this must be how you get arrested by the cosmic police.” I say it without thinking.
We both stop and stare, thinking whatelsegets people arrested.
His hand travels up and down my back, tender and soothing.
“I already checked the cameras. Nothing new last night,” he says between sips.
“I saw.”
“Then you know we’re okay.” His hand stops at the small of my back, and he brings me closer for another kiss. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Margot. I promise.”
“Okay.”
