“Break-in.” Kade jerked his chin toward the neighbors. “A couple was in town and came home to find someone had picked the lock. The sheriff is taking the report now.”
My stomach dropped. “Picked the lock?”
I barely heard the rest of what Kade was saying. Something about checking the security cameras. “I need to—” I couldn’t even finish the sentence before I was moving, practically running toward my trailer.
“Liz?” Lucan called after me, but I was already fumbling with my keys, my fingers trembling so badly I struggled to get the door open.
He caught up to me as I burst inside, flipping on the light and heading straight for the bedroom. I yanked open the top drawer of the dresser and started throwing socks and underwear onto the bed, digging frantically until my fingers touched the wrapped bundle at the back.
The wave of relief when I felt the solid weight of the knife nearly took my legs out from under me. I sank onto the edge of the bed, clutching it to my chest.
Lucan stood in the doorway, watching me with concern. “The knife?”
I nodded, pulling it out of the balled-up socks with shaky hands to confirm it was still there.
“Here.” I thrust it toward him. “Take it. Hide it. Put it in your hoard where no one can get to it.”
Instead of taking it, Lucan stepped forward and closed my fingers around it. “We’ll take it tomorrow.”
“But what if?—”
“No one’s getting in here tonight,” he said firmly. “I promise.”
I looked up at him, saw the certainty in his eyes, and felt my breathing slow a fraction. “Okay.”
He gently guided me to sit on the bed. “Your adrenaline’s crashing.”
Now that he mentioned it, I realized I was shivering despite the warmth of the trailer. The knife felt heavy in my hands, and I re-wrapped it carefully, tucking it under my pillow.
I ran a hand through my hair. “Sorry, I just... when Kade said someone picked the lock…”
“You don’t need to apologize.” Lucan sat beside me, the bed dipping under his weight. “It makes perfect sense to be worried.”
I leaned against him slightly, and his arm came around my shoulders.
“I could stay tonight if you want. I can sleep on the couch.”
The thought of him leaving made my chest tighten. I glanced toward the living area and couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped.
“That’s barely a loveseat. Your legs would hang off the end by about two feet.”
His mouth quirked. “It reclines.”
“It does.” I stood and reached for his hand. “But the bed seems like a better solution to the problem.”
His eyebrows raised slightly, but he took my hand. “Whatever you need.”
While he went to the bathroom, I changed into sleep shorts and a tank top, the most decent pajamas I owned. When he emerged, I slipped past him to take my turn.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my hair a windblown mess. I looked like a woman who had a wild night, not someone who’d nearly had a panic attack over a break-in next door.
I finished getting ready and stepped back into the bedroom. Lucan was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong?” I pulled back the covers and got into bed.
“My choices are to sleep in my jeans or my cum-soaked sweatpants.” He gave me a sheepish smile. “Or sleep naked.”
My face heated to about a million degrees. I hadn’t even noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear both times I’d seen him shift. “Do you not normally wear underwear?”
