Page 130 of Family Bonds- Kelsey & Van

“I guess that is all that matters,” he said.

“But you’re not?” Jarrett asked.

“I don’t know what I think. I can’t get it out of my head. Could be because I own the place and feel guilty. I’ve installed cameras on all the properties and not sure why my grandfather hadn’t before.”

“It’s all you can do,” Jarrett said.

“You have to let it go,” Kelsey said. “Don’t take it personally.”

“I’ve said the same thing,” Kyle said. “But some people are stubborn.”

“Just like Barry,” Kelsey said.

He lifted one eyebrow at her. He’d heard it more than once. He’d been hearing a lot about his grandfather lately.

Between that and finding all the things in storage that were his mother’s, he’d gotten this overwhelming feeling of home.

It felt odd to him, but he realized he was at peace here more than he thought he’d ever be.

“If you say so,” he said.

“I do,” she said. “Am I going to be able to get you on the dance floor later?”

“No,” he said.

“Don’t hold firm to that word,” Karen said. “Kelsey always seems to get her way.”

“I’m learning that too,” he said.

And hours later when they left the wedding and drove back to his place, he was almost smiling.

“Admit it,” she said. “You had a great time. My family isn’t that bad.”

“They were fine,” he said.

“You didn’t admit you had a good time.”

“I had a good time,” he said, looking at her. “But watching you in that dress busting a move was the highlight of my night. What do you have on under it?”

“You’re going to find out,” she said. “I might even do a striptease for you to get it off.”

“Sounds like the best way to end my night.”

They pulled into the garage and got out of her SUV. No reason to go in his truck. He’d decided to keep his grandfather’s truck in storage for the winter. Carter Bond had looked it over and done some work to it, but for now he wasn’t going to drive it until nicer weather.

They walked to the door to his mudroom.

When his alarm wasn’t blinking, he stopped and got in front of her. “Go back to the garage,” he whispered, pulling her out.

“What?”

He put his hand over her mouth and hit the button to open the door and dropped the fob to her car in her hand. “Get in and drive out, leave if you need to.”

“What’s going on?” she asked.

He walked to his truck and pulled a gun out of the glovebox.

“Someone was in the house and I’m not sure if they still are. I never leave without setting the alarm. It’s off.”

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