She felt Britt shift, then the arm that rested over her waist moved as he slid away. A feeling of unease seeped in as the warmth of his body faded. There was a click of the light switch before he answered the phone. The unease was swamped by a wave of dread, and she reached for him. Tension radiated from him. His arm was like touching tempered steel. She wanted to stroke away the rigidness but didn’t get the chance. “I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.” He swung his legs off the bed, and Rachelle heard the phone drop to the nightstand. “Britt?” The mattress sank as he knelt back down. He caught her hand bringing it to his lips. “I’m sorry it woke you. Go back to sleep.” “What’s happened?” Her trepidation climbed. “They had signs of a break-in at one of the warehouses. I need to go check on it for a few minutes. It shouldn’t be long.” “I’ll come.”
