From what she could glean from the conversation, some of Tristan’s thugs had gone to his house and harassed Arizona and his other sister, Autumn. Two detectives had also come looking for him. Good and bad. They’d helped to scare the men away. The threat of harming his sisters had pushed Lincoln over an edge. It was something to see, and she had to smother the way she loved that about him. His fierce protectiveness. The only problem was where it stemmed—from feelings he had for Miranda, the woman who’d died and he hadn’t been able to save. Desperate to stop Tristan, Lincoln had driven them here, where they now sat parked in front of Tristan’s house in the Cadillac CTS-V rental. It was a bold move, according to Sabrina. What if Tristan or one of his men saw them? A car passed going the other way. A woman jogged by wearing an iPod tucked into a holster clipped to her spandex shorts. Sabrina wished she was doing something like that rather than fighting to clear her name and having to go up against a man as dangerous as Tristan.
