My personal handgun was locked up in evidence because I’d fired it in the attack, but I still had my service weapon. I would not give those assholes the chance to hurt me again.
But what about Dean? Not like I was comparing him tothe men who’d broken into my house. Not at all. But hehadhurt me. Broken my heart.
I didn’t know which thing I dreaded more. The thought of him leaving Colorado without another word.
Or the thought that he’d show up at my door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Keira
Brynn startedup The Fast and the Furious, while I propped myself with pillows on the couch. I fell asleep sometime during the second movie and woke up groggy from my nap, finding a note on the coffee table.
Went to run a few errands and stop by Last Refuge. Text if you need anything. ~B
I set the note aside, again feeling grateful that Brynn was being such an incredible friend, and also guilty that I needed to be taken care of. I was going to have to buy Brynn something really special as a thank-you gift.
Brynn wouldn’t be able to stay here forever. Cole was still in Mexico, working on some case or other. Brynn was only here for me. I knew she missed her man like crazy. How long until I would have to say goodbye to her?
Frustration burned in my chest. I liked being out on patrol. Hiking up mountains. Helping people. Not just sitting on my couch feeling sorry for myself.
There was a knock on my door, jarring me out of those thoughts.
Immediately my pulse raced. My body jolted with alarm, sending a sharp twinge of pain through my shoulder and chest.
Mom, Stephie, and Brynn all used the electronic code to just walk right in. A knock meant someone else. A neighbor, dropping by to check on me?
Or…
I looked toward the front door as if it might explode inward at any moment, those masked figures materializing in my living room again.
“Get it together,” I told myself. “If your attackers come back, they aren’t going to knock.” Unless it was some kind of trick, of course.
That thought wasnothelping.
Sneaking over to a window, I pulled back the curtain. My heart thumped even harder.
Shit.
Dean stood on my front porch.
Okay. This was fine. I’d been wanting to know what he was up to, and here he was. I wasn’t ready to see him again yet. But at the same time, I wasn’t going to hide from him like a coward.
I could handle this, right?
Moving slowly to steady my sling, I made my way to the door, my free hand adjusting the scarf covering my hair. I was in yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt, no makeup. At least I’d showered this morning.
My fingers fumbled with the deadbolt. I took my time, gathering my thoughts, trying to decide what I would say.
But as soon as the door opened and I saw him, face to face, everything sensible disappeared from my head.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hi.”
Yep. That was my brilliant comeback.Hi.
He lookedgood. Why did he have to look so good?
