She had followed her nose to the enticing scents of bacon and coffee and now paused in the doorway. Eli stood at the sink, his back to her. Tieran sat in a chair at the table, engrossed in the newspaper. Or appeared that way until she spoke.“I can’t tell you anything else, E. I felt her fear. It was dark, she was being held tightly against a wall maybe. Something solid.”“Is it something from her past?” Eli asked. “Damn I can still smell her like she’s standing right here.” He sniffed his shirt and Nikki quirked an eyebrow at the motion.Who could he still smell?Tieran shrugged. “Maybe she’s awake.”“Nah. She was zonked. She’ll probably sleep a while longer.”Nikki felt rooted to the floor. They were talking about her? Unless he had another woman stashed away in the house. He could smell her?“Hey. I asked if it was from her past.” Eli still hadn’t turned around.“I said no.”“You didn’t speak.”“I shrugged.”“What the hell good did that do? I don’t have eyes in the back of my head.”Tieran snorted.
