Not a little late, but very, very late. She had a 1:00 p.m. shift, but it was close to two when Elizabeth dashed out her front door. She’d taken five stumbling steps on her sidewalk when she remembered... I don’t have a car! She’d left it in Austin and— Her frantic gaze locked on the sturdy frame of her car, parked at the end of her driveway. Relief rushed through her. Mac must have brought it back for her. He’d dropped her off, she’d crashed and had terrible nightmares and now— Now a man was walking toward her. He’d just exited the SUV parked near Ms. Lee’s mailbox. He was tall, with broad shoulders and dark hair. His sunglasses shielded his gaze, but the expression on his face sure looked intent and determined. Elizabeth staggered and wobbled in her heels. “Stay back!” “I’m Sullivan.” Sullivan? That name was oddly familiar, and he looked familiar, too. “Mac’s brother,”
