And she’d left a voicemail.
He punched in his code, raised his phone to his ear, tuning out everything else in the background.
“Is it her?”Gavin asked.
He nodded.Listened to the recorded message, the sound of her voice a soothing balm to all his frazzled edges.
But her words were the opposite.
“Hey, it’s...me.I just heard from Ivy.Can you come over to talk?There are some things I need to tell you.”
He shot off his stool, dumping the bag of ice on the bar as he grabbed his jacket.He called her back on the way to the door, but it went straight to voicemail.
He didn’t leave a message.This conversation was happening in person.
Gavin was right beside him as he strode for the exit.“Where we goin’?”
“Back to Crimson Point.I’m talking to her about this face to face.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
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Cassie’s heart jumpedwhen she spotted Tristan’s truck in her driveway.Nerves mixed with anticipation, along with a sense of intense relief.She almost hadn’t come home, but with him here, she felt safe.Physically.Emotionally, she was in a world of trouble with him.
But he wasn’t in his truck when she parked next to it.Confused, she walked up to her front door and put the key in the lock.The alarm didn’t beep when she entered.Her attention shot to the living room as Tristan rose from her couch.
He didn’t make a move toward her.“Hi.”
“Hi.How did you—”
“I picked the lock.And you didn’t change your alarm code.”
She should’ve been mad at the invasion of privacy, but she wasn’t.“You memorized it from watching me punch it in one time?”
“I’m detail oriented.”
