Headlights.
She slowly opened her eyes, then froze when they met mine.
“What’s wrong?”
“You expecting someone?”
“No.”
“You sure about that?”
“I’m sure.”
I pulled the SIG from my ankle holster as I stood.
“Stay here.”
Skirting the wall, I jogged to the front window, where a red Rolls Royce was pulling up the driveway.
35
PHOENIX
Iwatched Josh Davis unfold himself from the gleaming red Rolls like he owned the damn night. A spare tire replaced the one I’d slashed earlier.
Should’ve slashed all four.
He slammed the door and stumbled on the first step. He was drunk.
I holstered my gun.
“Who is it?” Rose hissed from the living room floor.
“Your ex fiancé.”
“Mywhat?”
Her mouth dropped. “Noway.Are you sure?” She jumped off the floor and darted to the front window.
Knock at the door.
She looked back at me, wide-eyed.
I squinted. “Any idea why he’d be showing up at your house at ten at night?”
“No. I promise;no.”
I reached for the handle. “Well, let’s see then, shall we?”
Her hand clamped down on my arm. “No. This is my house, Phoenix. Let me handle this.”
I didn’t move. Didn’t trust myself to. Rage simmered beneath my skin, but her grip—small, urgent—anchored me.
“Phoenix. Please. I’ve got this.”
Jaw clenched, I forced my feet to take a step back. Not easy. Every cell in my body was vibrating with the need to handle thismyway.
Another knock—louder this time. The bastard was getting bold.
