His cameras only covered part of the front, and it was unlikely any thief would come in through the front, but he pulled out his phone and opened the app. “It didn’t catch anyone.”
“Jesse?”
They all looked up at the female deputy entering the room.
“Did you find something?” Jesse asked.
“The lock on the back door’s broken, and the neighbor just got home and is saying someone broke into her place too. It looks like the person went to the neighbor first, then Sky’s through the fence.”
A visible shudder ran down Sky’s spine, and Becket inched closer, slipping an arm around her shoulders.
He should have fixed that damn fence. He hadn’t. So in his mind, this was as good as his fault.
CHAPTER14
The warmth of the cup seeped into Sky’s skin, chasing away the edge of the cold.
Someone had broken into her house. Stolen from her. They’d taken almost all her jewelry. Some cash she’d had lying around. Even some of her expensive shoes. But she didn’t care about any of that. It was just stuff. She felt violated.
They’d also robbed the poor lady next door. At least she hadn’t been home.
The worst part though, the part she really couldn’t shake, was that the intruder would have had to pass her to get out of the house. They would have stepped over her unconscious body on the floor.
A shudder rolled down her spine at how vulnerable she’d been.
The back door opened with a click. She didn’t need to look up to know it was Becket. She’d told him that he could leave, but he’d refused, and for once, she hadn’t had the energy to fight him.
The second everyone had cleared out, he’d jumped into action, first fixing the lock on the back door, then the fence. He’d even muttered something about kicking his own ass for not fixing it sooner.
Honestly, she was glad he was here. The noise of him working was almost comforting because it reminded her she wasn’t alone.
She glanced at her phone. She’d called her mother and then instantly wished she hadn’t. Her mother had freaked out, told her father, thenhe’dfreaked out. Fortunately, they were on a trip with their church, so they couldn’t come over.
The couch beside her dipped, and she looked up to see Becket.
“Back door and fence are fixed,” he said softly. It was probably the gentlest he’d ever spoken to her.
“Thank you.” She really did mean that. If he hadn’t been here to fix those things, she would have had to call someone, and there was no part of her that had the energy for that right now.
Concern darkened his eyes. “How are you feeling?”
“Relieved that the paramedic confirmed it was a mild concussion.”
That was just the tip of the iceberg into what she was feeling, and by the furrowing of Becket’s brow, he knew it.
She tilted her head. “How areyoufeeling?”
“Angry.” His response was instant, and the muscles in his arms visibly tensed.
“I thought not much ruffled your feathers.”
“I knew there was a thief in the area—”
“We all knew.”
“I should have fixed your fence and checked your locks.”
“They’re my responsibilities.”
