“Lane already told me what happened once he got here. I just need you to fill in the blanks.”
Drawing in a deep breath, she dove into the details that would no doubt play on repeat in her dreams tonight.
Lane took a step closer but never said a word. His face a hard mask of fury.
“Did you recognize the intruder?” Spencer asked. “His build, his voice…anything?”
Memories flooded her senses of the man’s hot, smoky breath. His dark, beady eyes staring at her through the slits of the black mask. She squeezed her eyes shut to try and regain her equilibrium but couldn’t stop the shaking taking over her body.
“Shit, she needs a minute.” Lane’s low, rough voice reached her seconds before a warm hand rested on her knees. “Take your time.”
She opened her eyes and found him crouched in front of her. Concern softened the lines of his face.
“You’ve got this, okay? You’re safe. He’s gone and I won’t let him near you again.”
His reassurances calmed her nerves in way that put her at ease as much as it annoyed her. As grateful as she was for Lane’s help—hell, he’d saved her life—he was also the last person she wanted to depend on.
For anything.
Tearing her gaze away from Lane, she focused on Spencer. “I have no idea who that man was. Nothing about him was familiar.”
As if sensing her need for distance, Lane stood and reclaimed his spot by the front window.
“Is there anyone you know who’d want to hurt you?” Spencer asked. “Anyone who’s upset with you?”
She glanced over at Lane, their eyes connected for a brief second before she looked away. She tightened her hold on Parker and tried to think of anyone besides Lane who was angry with her.
Clearing her throat, she hoped she erased any signs of guilt from her expression. “I don’t think so.”
Spencer frowned. “Kevin been hanging around still?”
Discomfort tightened her chest. Lane was the last person she wanted to discuss her ex-husband around. “No more than usual.”
“He still giving you grief?”
One of Lane’s dark eyebrows hooked up.
She fought the urge to roll her eyes. There were a lot of benefits to living in her small town. Everyone knowing her business wasn’t one of them.
“No more than usual,” she repeated. “He might have his issues, but he’d never hurt me. Never do this.”
“I’m sure you’re right, but I’ll track him down and talk to him just to make sure. Is there anything else you think I might need to know?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
Spencer closed the notepad and slipped it into his back pocket. “Then I’ll get out of your hair. Speak with the sheriff and see if we can find this guy before he hurts someone else.”
Panic rippled through her body. “Wait, that’s it? You’re just leaving? What am I supposed to do? What if he comes back?”
“There’s no reason to believe he’ll return. Nothing points at this being a personal vendetta,” Spencer said, placing his hat back on his head. “Lock the doors and keep your phone close. I’ll make sure a deputy is driving by throughout the night to make sure everything’s okay.”
She wanted to argue, to demand Spencer stay close and protect her and Parker.
“I can stay as long as you need me,” Lane cut in.
“Perfect,” Spencer said and picked a business card from his pocket. “Call me if you think of anything else or you need anything.”
Taking the card, she waited for Spencer to leave and Lane to lock up behind him before standing and facing off with the man who’d once held her whole heart.
