“It says they have a male suspect they’re looking into,” I say, confused. “They don’t suspect her.”
“Can you find more on it?” he asks as I try scaling down.
“No. It’s just a small article that barely even cares to mention this at all. I’ll see what I can find, but I know someone far better at all this computer stuff than me.”
I shove at his chest, and he grunts while rubbing the spot like I hurt him as he winks at me.
“Not right now. I was in the middle of dreaming up a good threesome. I’d like to return to that dream.”
I narrow my eyes at him, and he groans while lying back down.
“I’ll look into it later, Lana. I genuinely don’t give a shit who killed him. I’m just glad the fucker is finally dead.”
He covers his face, his breathing already steadying as he starts drifting back off to sleep. Rolling my eyes, I push back up to my feet and walk back to the house.
For once, Bennett doesn’t attack my feet the second I walk in, and I kick off my shoes while looking around and making kissing noises. “Bennett! Come on, Kitty. I need to give you a bath.”
He doesn’t come, and I frown. Usually he’s all over us after we’ve been gone for a minute.
Deciding to chase him down later, I go to the fridge and grab a bottle of water, but my hand hovers over a bottle as I stare and tilt my head.
It’s a habit to count things and take in my surroundings, always aware of any change. And I’m positive there were three beers beside my water this morning. Now there’s only one beer.
Slowly, I grab my water as a chill slides down my spine. It’s possible Jake has already started drinking, but doubtful, considering there were no beer cans near him.
It feels like someone else is here, but I don’t make it obvious by looking around. The living room is just beyond me, and I grab a knife and an apple, acting as though I’m about to peel it.
Abandoning the water bottle, I stab a new nail into my wax apple to represent the man I wanted dead the second most, but I pause, noticing it’s been turned. I look at this apple every single day. I know it’s not facing the right angle.
I move through the house, seeing nothing obviously out of place, but there is more sand in the dining room than normal. Bennett should be all over my feet right now, but he’s not.
Slowly, I start peeling the apple as I move into the living room, and the chill in my spine has it stiffening. There’s no doubt that I feel eyes on me right now.
“If you’ve hurt my cat, you have no idea what that will cost you.”
I spin around, the knife in hand as I drop the apple, but my entire body turns to stone when I see someone smirking at me from the corner.
Logan pushes off from the wall, and I’m tempted to pinch myself just to be sure I’m not hallucinating or dreaming.
“Your cat’s name is Bennett?” he asks, his lips twitching as the knife tumbles from my hand. “I’m not sure how I feel about that,” he goes on, stalking closer.
My bad leg tries to give out, and I stumble, but Logan’s arms are immediately around me, his scent engulfing me as those hands grip my waist.
I tilt my head back as unshed tears start clouding my eyes, and he stares expectantly.
“You’re here,” I rasp, which is a ridiculous thing to say after three months.
“You let me think you were dead,” he says, his voice strained.
“I didn’t want to risk contacting you and getting you in trouble,” I quickly explain. “They were monitoring your calls because you were stirring up trouble even on leave and—”
He puts a finger over my mouth, silencing my babble.
“They still don’t know it was you. Did you kill Jason as a sign to me that you’re still alive, or was he just unfinished business? The torture was mild in comparison to the others, almost as though you were in a hurry.”
He pulls his finger down from my lips, dragging it, and I shudder against him while staring into those too-familiar blues.
“It was the safest way to tell you. I didn’t think it’d take them so long to find him. And I couldn’t do it sooner because I couldn’t even walk without crutches until—”