Silence.
I pressed my ear to the dooragain.
Were they gone? Or were theyjust…still?
What if they were doingexactly the same thing on the other side of the door?
It was too easy to picture aman twice my size and angry enough to hurt me separated by nothing more than thewidth of a flimsy bedroom door.
My head was pounding so hardI couldn’tthink. What was I supposed to do in this situation?
If I called the police, he’d hear. They’dnever get here in time.
Even if he somehowdidn’thear, they’dstillnever get herein time. There were only a few rooms to check.
He had to know I was in hereby now.
I wasn’t going to standhere and wait. Maybe I could take him by surprise.
My hand trembled as Ireached out to the door handle, the rush of blood in my ears the only sound Icould make out anymore.
He might have been rightthere, waiting.
But I couldn’t juststandhere.
I yanked the door open allat once, weapon raised, ready to strike.
No one.
Another sound caught myattention. Somewhere near… the kitchen?
Oh God. OhGod.
It was too late now.Whatever was going on, I had to face it.
I crept toward the kitchen,holding my breath in the hopes that I could sneak up on whoever was here and…
What, overpower them?
What was I planning todo,here?
All I wanted was tonotdie.
They were definitely in thekitchen. I could hear movement there.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
I turned the corner and ranstraight into a broad, naked chest.
What?
Oh.
Logan.
I’d forgotten about him. Ornotforgotten, but notremembered, either.
My hand landed on his bareskin, fingers brushing over the edges of a rough scar.
