They planned to meet just down the street. Phillip was out running errands he couldn’t put off, but she figured she’d be safe in downtown Chicago. Besides, she wouldn’t be alone for long. That had been the theory, but it was a different story now that she was outside. She stopped and glanced around again. Her skin crawled with unease. She swore she was being followed, but she couldn’t figure out who it was. Unless she was just being paranoid, which was quite possible. Her breathing was fast and choppy, making her feel a bit lightheaded. Phillip had told her to stay inside and that he’d be back soon. She was the one who’d decided to step out on her own, proving to both of them she was healing. She was only going a few blocks, nothing big. She could do this, or that had been her belief before she’d ventured out alone. It wasn’t easy. Someone had tried to kill her, had succeeded in killing Jocelyn and Chase couldn’t remember who it was. The only person she knew for sure she was safe with was Phillip.
