Warm.
Soft.
Mine.
“You sure?” I asked quietly.
Her eyes lifted to mine instantly.
Glass-bright with tears.
“No,” she whispered. “But I think so.”
Wolf folded his arms. “Box still at the house?”
Flick nodded slowly.
“I think it’s still there as far as I know.” Her throat worked hard. “After Dad died… I just couldn’t go through all his things after I found the letters.”
Pain hit her face immediately after saying it.
Guilt.
God, she still loved him.
Even after everything.
Ava noticed too.
“This isn’t your fault,” she said softly.
Flick looked unconvinced.
Trigger pushed away from the bar again.
“Well, congratulations, everybody. We officially have a creepy mystery box.”
Tate pointed toward Vaughn on the floor.
“And an infected rat.”
“Appreciate that, Sheriff.”
“No problem.”
Normally, Trigger would’ve laughed.
Nobody laughed now.
Because my head kept replaying one part.
Dark SUV.
Three days before her father died.
I looked toward Vaughn slowly.
“You know about the house?”
