Which meant she needed another plan.
She spotted the knife on the floor. Without thinking, she swooped down and grabbed it.
Her arm jetted out, knife outstretched. “Why are you here? Where’s Lyndee?”
Kenny straightened slowly as he saw the knife. His red, watery eyes locked onto her again. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
For a second, neither of them moved. They stared at each other.
Then sirens sounded in the background.
Something shifted in his expression, and he backed to the door.
“This isn’t over.” His voice was low and edged with something that made her stomach drop.
“I don’t even know what ‘this’ is.” Her voice wavered as she said the words. “What did I ever do to you?”
He muttered something under his breath. Then he darted from the room.
But his words remained.
This isn’t over.
What wasn’t over?
What did that even mean?
CHAPTER 27
Max didn’t rememberthe last few turns.
Didn’t remember pulling up to the street in front of the vet clinic.
All he knew was he had to get to Hadley.
Blue and red lights cut through the darkness outside her building. His heart still pounded from the drive as he threw his truck into Park and shoved the door open.
He didn’t wait for permission as he darted toward the building.
He didn’t slow when a deputy called after him.
He took the steps two at a time, his mind locked on one thing: Hadley.
His boots pounded against the floor as he reached her door and darted inside.
Hadley stood in the living room. Sheriff Sutherland, as well two paramedics, stood nearby, but Max barely registered them.
All he saw was Hadley.
The bruise on her cheek.
The blood on her arm.
Something inside him snapped tight.
“Hadley.”
She looked up at him and relief flooded her features. “Max!”
