Page 70 of Rescued Hearts

He shifted off her onto the thin mattress that made up her built-in bed. Cushions crowded around them in all colors and patterns, but it only made Gray’s masculinity stand out more. She rolled onto her side, draping her thigh over his hip and resting her head on his chest. Under her ear, his heart thudded in a solid beat.

He let out a sigh. “I love van life.”

Caught off guard, she laughed. “Do you, now?”

He nodded and drew her closer to him, pressing tender kisses to her upturned face, between her eyes, to the tip of her nose…and finally her lips.

The tender caresses pulled the words right out of her.

“I’m falling in love with you, Gray.”

He stilled. Her heart gave a wild hitch, almost painful. She’d laid herself bare, made herself vulnerable. Now she had to wait for his response.

Which might never—

“I’ve been falling for you since the day we met.”

She searched his eyes with awe. The way he stated it, so cool and calm, as though he’d already spent time thinking about it, made her soar with joy.

She leaned in to kiss him again. There never was strain between them, but she felt a shift. A change in how easily they worked together.

When they cleaned up and dressed in the back of the van, she couldn’t resist reaching out and touching him just to make sure he was real and he wasn’t going to vanish in a puff of smoke.

He plucked her skirt off the mattress. Then they both saw it—her phone lighting up with notifications.

She snatched it up, and he hovered over her shoulder to read. “What in the world is going on?” she murmured to herself. Then a quiver slipped into her voice that had only moments before been tender with love. “It’s the security notifications!”

“Let me see.” Gray took the phone from her hand, and she leaned in to watch the first video notification he pulled up.

The street view of the camera pointed at Felicity’s house revealed it was dusk but not fully dark. The street appeared to be empty and quiet, all the neighborhood kids having gone inside for the evening.

Her sister’s small SUV buzzed into the driveway.

“We must have spotty cell service up here,” he muttered. “This was taken before dark.”

“Felicity is just coming home in that photo. Nothing to worry about,” she said weakly.

“Yeah…but there’s more.” He took control, flipping through all of the videos captured on the security system. When Honor saw the creases form around his lips, panic tore through her.

She could barely look at the screen, but there was no way she could tear her gaze away either.

The garage door slid upward. Felicity drove inside, and the door closed.

But not the whole way.

Her stomach gripped. “Oh god.”

Did her sister even notice? She didn’t seem to. In the next shot, she climbed out of her car and hurried to the door leading to the kitchen.

The next shot was of a person dressed all in black ducking under the partially open door.

A hot rasp escaped Honor. “No!” She clapped her hands over her mouth. Tremors claimed her.

“Jesus Christ!”

Gray already had his phone in hand, calling his brothers, but Honor couldn’t stop watching the horror scene playing out in front of her eyes as the man dragged Felicity out of the house into the garage.

She tripped, crumpling to the cement floor, but the attacker didn’t stop to pick her up. He just dragged her down the driveway.

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