Page 99 of Betrayed

But she didn’t know what to say. She’d missed too much work from her stupid concussion. If she didn’t go in, someone else would end up pulling a double shift and have to sacrifice time with their family. And at least at the station she was surrounded by guys who would beat up anyone who tried to mess with her.

Half an hour later, Logan had to leave for work. They’d hardly said anything, and she hated it but was still at a loss for words.

She walked him to the door and handed him a set of keys. “Take my dad’s old truck. You’re too easy to spot on your bike.”

He took the keys from her. “Good idea. Are you okay with using one of those family trackers, so we can know where the other one is? May alleviate some of our anxiety.”

“That’s a good idea.” They both took out their phones and set up the app.

Logan slid his phone back in his pocket and cupped the side of her face.

She met his eyes. Frustration mixed with longing stared back at her.

“I love you. Stay inside and don’t trust anyone who comes by.”

She nodded, leaning into his hand. “You stay safe. Come home to me.”

He covered her lips with his own.

And then he was gone, driving her dad’s old beater of a truck down the long driveway. She closed the door and locked it.

With all the blinds shut as much as possible, she sat on the couch with a book. For the next two and a half hours she disappeared into a fantasy world where the hero rode a dragon and the danger was from urgals, not a stalker.