Sky: Me too.
Becket: Get some rest, honey.
She nodded, even though he wasn’t here. And suddenly, despite all the pushing away and avoiding of Becket that she’d done over the last week, she wished he was there.
With a shake of her head, she plugged her phone into the charger and changed into pajamas. Well, not actually pajamas. A T-shirt Becket had left here during one of his stays. Yes, it was kind of pathetic. She should have returned it to him. That’s what most normal people would do. Not her. She was the insane, wear-an-ex’s-shirt-to-bed kind of woman.
And yet, no one could have paid her to take it off.
She left her bedroom and was halfway down the stairs when she stopped at the sound of movement. From her kitchen?
The fine hairs on her arms stood on end and every muscle in her body locked.Not again!
Had she really heard it? Or was everything that had happened just messing with her head?
For a moment, she didn’t move. Just stood there on the stairs, waiting. A part of her wanted to go down and check. But the other part? The part that had already experienced someone breaking into her home screamedrun.
She took one more step down—and the second she did, the click of her back door opening sounded.
A deadly mix of fear and panic swirled in her belly, and she ran.
Sprinted down the stairs without even glancing behind her and pushed out of her front door.
The door that had been locked—and was now unlocked.
She sprinted toward Becket’s house, not stopping until she reached his front door, then frantically banged her fist against the wood.
“Becket!” She hit the wood again and again, her throat actually hurting from screaming his name just once.
The door flew open. “Sky? What’s wrong?”
“Someone’s in my house!”
His eyes narrowed, darkness slipping over his features. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside his house before locking the door.
“Wait here.”
She opened her mouth to ask where he was going, but he’d already disappeared down the hall. When he returned, he held a gun.
He stopped in front of her and cupped her cheek. “Lock the door after me, Peaches.”
Then he was gone.
* * *
Becket ran quicklyand quietly across the lawn to Sky’s front door. As he moved, he scanned the street, spotting an unfamiliar blue Ford sedan. Not parked directly in front of Sky’s house, but across the road and a house back.
So they wouldn’t be seen?
The door was open when he got there. Because Sky had left it open or because the asshole had run?
He inched inside, Glock at the ready.
Silence. It surrounded him. Dim light filtered into the living room from the kitchen, but he heard no movement.
He didn’t make a sound as he crossed the living area into the kitchen. The back door was closed and nothing seemed to be out of place. He stilled and listened. Again, there was nothing. Not even the sound of a breeze from an open window.
He turned and made his way up the stairs, where he checked every room and every closet.
