🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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"I've checked the boathouse, shed, and everything around the house; there's no one there. Whoever it was is now gone," Ray said calmly and firmly. He hoped this would at least relieve some of her tension - even if it didn't really ease his. Now he had one more reason to kick Dylan's arse.
"That doesn't make it any better,« he heard the young woman mutter as she stopped before him without looking his way. She held a blanket she must have retrieved from the chamber in her arms. "Maybe I'd better load the rifle and keep it within reach." As if on cue, her gaze flickered to the door, which was now closed.
Ray saw Kay narrow her eyes, and for a heartbeat, he thought he was facing a lioness instead of the gentle mother he'd come to know. Indeed, she wondered, she hadn't been hard enough on Dylan, or she regretted letting that damn craftsman into the house in the first place all the more.
"You're soaking wet..." she mumbled, pressing one of the grey blankets against his chest. Their fingertips touched momentarily as he took the blanket from her hand. Her fingers were ice cold—even colder than his own skin—and they were shaking almost imperceptibly.
Ray knew Kay was trying to appear strong and not allowing herself to give free rein to her true feelings. It was like the day he arrived. She had rebuilt the wall he had painstakingly torn down over the days. She would probably sit in her room again later and cry ... alone. And that was worse for him than the slap he had received a few hours ago.
His gaze followed her as she withdrew her hand from his and turned restlessly away to return behind the kitchen counter. He watched as she took a cup from the kitchen cupboard. Her usually gentle features were tense, her grip cramped.
She couldn't fool him that easily. He knew she was scared and that something inside her was screaming that she had to flee - escape, as she had done once before. Far away, somewhere where she and her son were safe. And he understood. But what kind of life would that be? Constantly on the run, just because of her ex-husband. She would always feel unsafe, consistently followed, and never really get anywhere. And what would it be like for Liam? Ray knew one thing for sure: if he found Kaylen and Liam, someone else would too in time—especially someone like Dylan, who had connections in all corners of the world.
