Chapter 82

• When she came into the kitchen, Gage kept his head down and tried to focus on the words on the pages in front of him. He’d felt her stiffen as soon as she entered the room. She had wanted space and as much as he’d give anything for her to have her wish, he couldn’t back down when it came to her safety. All he had to do was figure out how to tell her that the nightmare didn’t stop when her parents had died.
• “Coffee’s fresh,” he said softly.
• Sitting back, he watched her get a cup, her movements jerky. She was pissed he was here and part of him couldn’t blame her. Closing the folder, he stood up. “Listen, I know you don’t want to see me right now,” his chest tightened, “but I need to tell you something…”