You can’t just keep me locked up in the house because you’ve decided I’m in danger.” Bayleigh poured a cup of coffee and dug around in his pantry for something edible. She came out with a half a loaf of bread and an empty box of cereal. She checked the fridge and saw he had a few bottles of beer and two eggs and she sighed in disgust. Her brothers’ refrigerators always looked the same. “I thought I explained this already. Bad men are out to get us. They have a dangerous drug that has already killed three women in the area. Carlos told me he was coming after you,” he said, ticking off each item on his fingers as his anger seemed to grow. “And you think it’s a good idea to go traipsing off to work like you don’t have a care in the world? Have you lost your mind?” Cade sat at the table with his own coffee, his hair still damp from his shower, and only wearing a pair of worn jeans that were driving her crazy. The last thing she was ready to do was talk about what they’d done during the night, but he wasn’t likely to let her forget.
