Page 45 of Rescued Hearts

Her breath caught. The immediate action from him was kind of…hot. Her stomach flipped at the way the man operated without hesitation.

She answered. “Hey.”

“What’s going on?” His question filled her ear and made her pulse hum with a fresh wave of unease.

She exhaled, running her fingers through her hair. “It’s probably nothing, but…”

“Tell me.”

The command in his tone sent another shiver through her, a mixture of pleasure at how protective he sounded and the fear that her ex was hanging around but not making himself known.

So she told him. The window. The van. The nagging feeling she couldn’t quite shake.

The entire time, Felicity sat back in her seat, unmoving, not eating the dish she loved so much.

Gray didn’t hesitate now either. “I’m on my way. Right now.”

Her stomach wobbled. “Gray, you don’t have to—”

“I’m on my way.”

The sheer, raw finality in his voice made her throat dry out.

“Lock all the doors and windows. Don’t open the door for anybody but me.”

The line went dead.

Honor lowered the phone to the table and stared at her sister, who was gaping back at her with total shock on her face.

“What’s going on?”

“He’s coming over. He told me to lock all the doors and windows and don’t let anybody in but him.”

Her sister gripped the edge of the table. “It sounds like you got yourself a serious man.” She pushed the chair back and jumped up. “We better do what he says.”

Honor barely registered what was going on as she went through the motions of checking all the windows and doors in the house. As much as Gray’s protectiveness thrilled her, an icy cold crept into her bones.

What if she wasn’t overreacting at all?

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Gray didn’t hesitate. The minute Honor told him something felt off, he was out the door and behind the wheel of his truck, his gun secured in the glove box.

He wasn’t the type to overreact.

But neither was she.

He may have known her just a couple of weeks, but he knew one thing. Honor wasn’t someone who sought out drama. In fact, she was practically Xanax in human form, she was so calm and easy to be with.

It was hard for him not to be affected by the quiver he detected in her voice. If she was freaked out, something was wrong.

The drive was a blur of headlights and worst-case scenarios playing through his mind. By the time he pulled into the driveway, his jaw ached from being locked for so long.

Before he moved a muscle to get out of the truck, he took in his surroundings. Without turning his head, he checked the side mirrors as well as the rearview for sign of anything strange, and especially for a van.

Then he swept a look over the front of the house, focusing on the front entrance, the windows that faced the street and the garage. Nothing looked out of place. Felicity and Honor kept the home tidy, without even a trash can in view for someone to hide behind.

The thought of a man hiding behind a trash can while lying in wait with plans to ambush Honor or her sister made his hands snap into fists.

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