Gina
The security guard standing outside the penthouse door had been there for almost three hours, and until Michael mentioned that fiber, I hadn’t thought twice about him.
Now I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I sat beside Zander on the couch with Lilo pressed against my leg, staring toward the entryway as if I could somehow see through the wall and determine whether the man outside was protecting us or waiting for the right moment to let someone in. It was a terrible thought, unfair and unsupported by anything except one piece of synthetic fabric, but fear didn’t care about fairness. Fear collected every possibility and sharpened it until even ordinary things looked dangerous.
Zander ended the call and immediately stood.
The warmth disappeared from the room with him.
“Michael is
