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She’d met Sunny yesterday morning. She was so sweet and exactly who Duke needed. She was so happy for them.
Still, the darkness next door made her feel a bit wary as she parked in front of the garage. Especially as she noticed a truck parked on the street. Who did that belong to?
It could be anyone, Greer. Don’t be silly.
Grabbing the mountain of food she’d gotten from a drive-thru, she made her way to the door. She had the cardboard box on the ground as she unlocked the door.
After pushing the door open, she froze.
There was someone in here. She stumbled back, reaching into her handbag for her phone.
Who was here?
Who the heck would be close enough for her to call?
Call the cops.
But she didn’t trust the police. It had been ingrained into her growing up. And made even worse when Aidan had been arrested for beating up that jerkface, Jorgen. He’d deserved it. But instead of throwing him into jail for raping her, the cops had arrested Aidan.
She fumbled her phone, squinting down at the screen. Why couldn’t she make out the names? God damn it. She ended up hitting someone’s name.
Then she turned to run. She had to get out of here.
“Hello?” a male voice called out from inside the house.
“Stay away from me! I have a Taser! I will get you!” she screamed as she took off running. But she forgot about the steps off the porch and stumbled down them. Her phone went flying as she heard someone calling out from the speaker. She slammed onto the concrete on her hands and knees.
Pain shot through her as she scraped her skin. Tears filled her eyes.
“Greer!”
It barely registered that the person in the doorway was calling out her name. All she knew was that she needed to get out of there.
Safe. She had to get to safety.
She stumbled to her feet again and tried to take off. Her wrist throbbed, so she held it against her chest protectively.
“Greer? It’s me. It’s Cash!”
She was on the footpath by now. Fuck. Maybe she should have run for the car, but she didn’t know where the keys were. Had she dropped her handbag?
Oh God!
She was never going to outrun this guy. She could hear him behind her.
“Greer! Listen to me! It’s Cash! Stop!”
Wait. What?
“Greer-bear!”
That had her stopping. She paused, then spun around.
There he was, standing under the streetlamp. He looked so much older than she remembered.
It had been nearly nine years.
Yes, but it was more than his looks. It was in the way he held himself. He was no longer that idiot seventeen-year-old with more cockiness than sense.
