“He’s leaving already?” The question had no sooner left her mouth when he got into his car and drove away.
“I’m going in.” Where the hell those words had come from, she had no clue. But hell, it wasn’t a bad idea. Not in her head anyway.
“Going in where?”
She climbed out, hearing the curse from Joel behind her. “Inside the house.”
“Polly, stop!”
When she reached the front door, she tried the handle. Locked. Not a surprise. She wasn’t so naïve as to think she’d just waltz straight in without having to work for it.
“This is a terrible idea,” Joel growled.
“Maybe.” She moved to the living room window and lifted. Also locked.
“Polly—”
“One search of the house and if we don’t find anything, we leave.” She crossed to the bedroom window. It opened.
Bingo.
She went to climb in, but Joel grabbed her arm. “The last time you broke into a house, you found dead bodies. And the time before that you needed me and Ethan to bail your ass out.”
“And this time you’re already here, so we’ve skipped a step. And I doubt we’ll find any dead bodies today.” She pulled herself up and through the open window.
There was another curse behind her before he entered after her.
“So you make a habit of breaking and entering,” Joel muttered.
She glanced over her shoulder, a smile tugging at her lips. “Look who’s talking.”
He pulled the window closed with ahumph.
She stepped over to a framed photo. It was of him and her mother. They were hugging. They looked happy.
Was it a lie? Or maybe he really did love her…but he also loved killing women.
Warmth pressed at her back, then Joel’s deep, rumbly voice sounded. “Do youwantit to be him?”
“It’s not about what I want.”
“No. But I’m still asking the question.”
She studied her mother’s wide smile. “It would kill her. But the mystery would be solved, he’d be arrested, and the town would be safe.”
“Let’s see if we can find some evidence then.” He kissed the side of her neck before moving away. And dammit, she wanted him back.
She snuck a peek at him beneath her lashes. He was breaking into a house for her. Committing a crime.
God, she loved him.
As he searched the drawers and beneath the bed, she went into the bathroom. She didn’t even know what she was looking for. Duct tape? A “how to kill” manual?
She wasn’t a detective. But she was hoping she’d know what she was looking for when she found it.
When there was nothing suspicious in the bathroom, she stepped into the walk-in closet. The space was tiny. So small, she could barely fit.
Luckily, Jonah was a man and didn’t have a million pieces of clothing.
