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I can’t get her close enough.
I can’t touch enough of her.
“Okay, then.” Karmine accepts her answer. “So, what happened? Did you get him to say anything before he died?”
“I didn’t?—”
“That was also me,” Cassandra cuts me off. “It was an accident.”
“Well, this keeps getting more and more interesting.”
I lean down and press a kiss to Cassandra’s hair. “I’ll give you the particulars later, but the man was in Cassandra’s backyard, acting like a fucking predator. When she came over to tell me what happened, I swept the woods around our houses. No sign of anyone else, so I think he must’ve been a scout. But he had no ID on him. And I need to know who he’s working for.”
“You do have a lot of enemies,” Karmine adds helpfully.
“He had a phone on him. I’ve disabled it, but I’ll see about digging through it to see if he reported anything.”
“Either way, if they’re on your street, they’ve found you.” She says what I already know, but it twists something inside me.
I just got my Butterfly. Finally got to touch her. Hold her in my hands. But if they’ve found me, then my life living on that quiet little cul-de-sac is over. And…
My lungs hitch.
She can’t live there either.
I’ve put her in danger.
I’ve done the one thing I never wanted to do.
Small hands close around my forearm.
I look down, and all I can see are her fragile fingers against my body full of violence.
And I hate myself for bringing her into this.
It was never my intention.
But in reality, the moment she moved in across the street from me, that was it for her.
Even if I’d never become obsessed. Even if she’d never baked me a single thing. She still would’ve been across the street from me. And that man would’ve been in her yard tonight.
Spots of red trickle into my vision.
If tonight had happened, and we hadn’t built this bond between us, what could’ve happened then?
You could’ve moved after she bought 1304 Holly Court.
Then I remember Mexico.
How I almost lost her only days ago.
How that had nothing to do with me. And how if I hadn’t been there…
“Hans.” Cassandra’s voice is quiet as her hands slide up and down my arm.
My chest is heaving.
If I hadn’t been there.
