Page 11 of Wyoming Bodyguard
“Me too. How about I buy you a round of drinks soon? A girl’s night out.”
“You mean at the bar I own?” Eve asked, grinning.
Shrugging, Lily chuckled. “I’ll figure something out. But for now, why don’t you head home? It’s getting late.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Positive. Thanks again.”
Once Eve left, Lily spent a few more minutes with her favorite horse and let Queenie work her magic. By the time Lily walked up the porch steps, her anxiety had dropped a few notches. Warm, hot water spraying down on her would untangle the rest of her worries—well, maybe not all of them but hopefully enough to let her get some sleep.
Stepping into the home she shared with her father, unease crawled over her skin. She flipped on the lights in the entryway to chase away the darkness. Quickening her pace, she bypassed the living room and kitchen and hurried to the hallway, turning on more lights as she went until the housed blazed like midday. Slips of paper on the burgundy rug caught her attention, and she plucked them off the floor.
Inventory lists stared back at here. What the heck?
Apprehension settled in the pit of her stomach as she ducked her head into her father’s office. Moonbeams streamed in through the large windows, highlighting the papers spilling out of the filing cabinet and overturned furniture.
Someone had been inside. Were they still there? Waiting for her?
Not wanting to stick around to find out, she ran outside, jumping into her truck and locking the door. Her heart raced as she found her phone and placed a call to the sheriff’s department.
“Hello, Cloud Valley Sheriff’s Department.” The female voice was smooth and stern.
“This is Lily Tremont. Someone broke into my house.” Her voice shook as badly as her hands.
“Are they still inside? Are you safe?”
“I’m outside, sitting in my vehicle. I didn’t check the rest of the home.”
“I’m sending deputies out right now.”
“Thank you.” Lily disconnected. She studied the area, hoping no one would jump out of the bushes or emerge from the side of the cabin. Each second passed slower than the last. She felt like a sitting duck, alone and waiting for the other shoe to drop.
She could call Eve. Ask her to head back to the ranch. But if danger lurked, she didn’t want to put Eve in the middle of a bad situation.
She could call Madden.
The idea struck her like a bolt of lightning. She didn’t trust him. Hell, she didn’t even like him.
Memories of his gentle touch and kind eyes floated back to her. He’d stayed by her side for hours today, even if his intentions were annoying. Not to mention he could get here a whole lot faster than a deputy coming from town since he was right next door.
Swallowing her pride, she found the business card he’d thrust at her before he’d left the hospital and quickly made the call before she lost her nerve.
“Hello?” His voice was low and raspy like he’d gargled a handful of rocks.
“Madden, it’s Lily. Can you come over to the ranch? Someone was in my home, and I’m scared.”
A beat of silence pulsed on the line, and she held her breath. Hating the anxiety ping-ponging in her gut.
“I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Disconnecting, she kept a firm grip on her phone, her eyes on her house, and ignored the tiny pulse of excitement about seeing Madden McKay.
Chapter 5
Even if Madden was grateful to cut his tense evening with his dad and brother short, he hated the reason.
Lily must be terrified if she called him for help.
