He nodded once. “Okay.”
Inside my little house, the air felt charged. Too quiet. Too intimate.
Wolf checked the windows. The back door. The hall. The bathroom.
When he came back into the living room, he stopped in front of me.
Close. Too close.
“There’s no sign of forced entry,” he said. “But I don’t like that he’s been anywhere near you.”
I wrapped my arms around myself. “I feel stupid for being scared.”
Wolf’s jaw clenched. “Don’t. Fear just means you understand the stakes.”
He hesitated. Then, softer: “And you’re not stupid. You’re brave.”
Brave.
No one had ever called me that.
I looked up at him… and suddenly the air between us shifted.
Warm.
Pulling.
His hand lifted like he wasn’t sure if he should touch me—fingers hovering near my cheekbone.
“Nora…” he murmured.
My breath caught.
His lashes dipped like he might—
maybe—
possibly—
kiss me.
A vibration broke the moment.
Trigger’s voice exploded outside.
“WOLF! SAINT SAW SOMETHING ON THE CAMERA!”
Wolf closed his eyes like he was contemplating murder.
I nearly laughed. Nearly cried.
He exhaled. “I have to go.”
“I know.”
His gaze flicked to my lips.
Mine flicked to his.
