Page 12 of Odin's Treasure
I bent for another egg when the sound of tires crunching over gravel drifted in from outside.
“Expecting someone?”
“No.” Setting the basket down, I wiped my hands on my jeans and started towards the door.
“What’s he doing here?”
“No idea.”
Sitting in my driveway was none other than my ex-husband.
Reggie Dane.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
The door to his cruiser swung open, and out he climbed in all his handsome glory.
Reggie was handsome and charming.
That’d been what had drawn me in.
But underneath all the pretty packaging and smooth words was a monster.
Reggie’s gaze slithered over me from head to toe. “You’re lookin’ good, Harmony.”
My fingers curled into my palms. “You’re not supposed to be within fifty yards of me.”
Not that it mattered much.
I had a restraining order, sure. A neat little piece of paper signed by a judge. But Reggie was the sheriff of Devil’s Cove, so who exactly was going to enforce it?
His deputies? The same men who laughed at his jokes and looked the other way when he bent the rules? Not likely.
“I just came out to check on you. Make sure you were safe.”
That was rich.
The only time in my life I’d ever been unsafe was when I was married to him.
“As you can see,” I said tightly, “I’m perfectly fine.”
I wanted him gone.
He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and glanced toward the orange grove next door. “You’ve got new neighbors, sweetheart. Dangerous neighbors.”
I folded my arms over my stomach. “They haven’t bothered me.”
His eyes came back to mine. “That so?”
I didn’t answer.
He kept glancing toward the farmhouse in the distance. “I’ve gotten reports that Moody and some of his associates disappeared.”
Associates. That was rich. They were criminals who terrorized the good people of Devils Cove.
“I don’t know anything about that.”
“You haven’t seen or heard anything strange?”
