“Someone was in the driver’s seat, but when I stopped and looked at them, they drove away.”
What the fuck?
Aspen frowned, looking worried. “You didn’t tell me that.”
“I’m sorry. It slipped my mind once I got inside.”
“Make? Model?” Eastern asked, remaining so much calmer than Lock.
“Um, it was blue, but I’m not sure of the make. Sorry. I didn’t even think to notice.” She scrubbed her face.
“Don’t apologize,” Eastern said. “A color is better than nothing.”
Aspen cleared her throat. “Dylan drives a blue car.”
Everyone looked her way, but it was Eastern who asked, “Who’s Dylan?”
“My boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “He, um, didn’t take the breakup too well.”
“What do you mean by that?” Eastern asked.
“I could just tell he wasn’t happy.”
“I’ll need his details,” he said.
While Aspen shared her ex’s contact information, Lock lowered his head to Callie. “You’re staying with me tonight.”
She was shaking her head before he finished speaking. “No, I’m not leaving Aspen.”
“She can come too.”
“No.”
“Yes. Callie—”
“I’m not being scared out of my home.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. Damn, she was stubborn. “You need more security on this house, and if you won’t stay with me until you have it, then I’m staying here.”
“Lock—”
“He’s right, Callie,” Aspen said, drawing their attention. “We’ll be safer with him in the house. He can sleep on the couch.”
Finally, someone seeing some fucking sense.
Callie sucked in a long breath before looking up at Lock.
Come on, honey. Trust me to look after you.
“Okay.”
The air rushed from Lock’s chest.
“You can stay on the couch. Thank you.”
It was a step in the right direction. Hopefully one of many.
CHAPTER 14
