“Most likely.”
I grabbed my keys off the desk.
“Where you headed?”
“To her.”
Blaze sighed softly. “Figured.”
I headed for the door.
“Be careful, Ace. Guys like Reynolds have connections.”
I shoved the office door open.
Cold wind hit me instantly outside.
“He already destroyed her life once,” I said. “Not happening again.”
The truck engine roared to life beneath me as the first dark edge of unease settled low in my gut.
Because this wasn’t about clearing Tessa’s name anymore.
Now?
It was about keeping her alive long enough to take her life back.
18
Tessa
The bell above the door chimed.
“Be right—”
The words die in my throat.
Everything inside me locks up.
No.
No, no, no—
He stands just inside the shop.
Exactly the same.
Maybe a little older.
But the same calm posture.
The same controlled presence.
The same man from that night.
Daniel Reynolds.
My lungs forget how to work.
