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His phone rang from the coffee table, Liam’s name on the screen. “Hey.”
“Hey, brother. How is she?”
He’d notified his entire team of the intrusion. “She’s okay. Asleep. Did you get the footage?”
“Yeah. Looks like a woman.”
“My thoughts too. Either that, or a small-framed man. They look too tall to be her sister, but I still want to look into the woman a bit more. See if she’s made any trips down here to Cradle Mountain this week.”
Liam blew out a breath. “You really think this could be her?”
“Maybe. She doesn’t like Fiona. I wouldn’t put the messages past her, either. And if she found out Freddie kissed Fiona on their wedding night…” A woman so narcissistic could easily turn unstable.
“Got it. Need anything from me?”
“Not right now, but I might put someone on Amanda just to watch her.”
“Good idea.”
When he ended the call, Callum rose and checked that every door and window was still locked. Not that it mattered, it just added a bit of time if the person tried to get in. Time that would allow him to get up.
Back in the bedroom, he slid beneath the covers and tugged Fiona into his arms. But he didn’t sleep right away. He hadn’t lied to her—he could go from dead asleep to awake and ready for action in the space of a second, but he also didn’t need a whole lot of sleep in general. So instead, he held her. Listened to her breathe, her heartbeat. And he let the silence of the night soothe the storm that raged inside him. Raged because someone was targeting his woman and had breached her home.
One thing he was certain of—whoever this person was, they wouldn’t be getting whatever the hell they wanted from her. He’d make sure of it.
CHAPTER19
Fiona grabbed her bag from the library staff room. It was late—half an hour past the time she was supposed to finish work, and the library had closed a while ago. Damn Rick and his stupid to-do list. It had been a mile long and impossible to finish. In fact, it still wasn’t completed. But she’d decided it never would be, even if she stayed until midnight. Let the man yell at her tomorrow, see if she cared. She wanted to get home to Callum.
Her phone vibrated as she moved around the library. She’d just flicked off the last light when she pulled it from her pocket.
Callum: Hey, I just got to your place, but you aren’t home. Everything okay?
Crap. He was early. Only five minutes, but still. Callum had arranged for her locks to be changed the day after the person had broken into her house last week, but he’d still stayed over every night since. Not that she was complaining. Have big, beautiful Callum in her bed every night to keep her safe and warm? Heck yes!
Fiona: Sorry, I had to stay late and do some small jobs. Leaving now.
Small, ha! They weren’t small.
Callum: Want me to come over there? It’s dark.
She stepped outside and cringed. Itwasdark. She’d been inside so long, she hadn’t even noticed. Not that the dark made her nervous. The last week had been fairly quiet. Only a couple of texts, and no home visits. God, what had her life become when she thought a quiet week was only receiving a couple of abusive texts.
She locked the library door, then texted him back as she walked across the lot to her car.
Fiona: I’m okay. Be home in five. X
She slid into her car just as her phone rang. Argh. Amanda. She hadn’t spoken to her sister since the wedding.
Maybe she should let it go to voicemail…but then more calls would come. Probably a few texts.
Fine. One quick conversation. “Hey, Amanda.”
“I need you to come to a family dinner this Saturday night. I have news to share.”
Well, hello to you too.“I can’t make it this weekend. I have a shift at the library on Saturday, and it’s over a three-hour round trip—”
“So change the shift. And you’re the one who decided to move to Cradle Mountain, so you should have expected to do some driving to come home. This is important.”
