He’d tossed and turned most of the night. Though he knew Luke and Denton were keeping their eyes on the place, there was something unsettling about being here. Maybe it was simply his close proximity to Rachel? He’d wanted to go after her last night when she’d fled from the balcony. He’d wanted to explain his words, his actions. But instead he’d remained tethered where he was by some unseen weight from his past. He’d only intended to go to the balcony and check on Rachel. But then he’d seen the tears rolling down her cheeks. The sight had done something strange to his heart. Pulling her into his arms had only seemed natural. Answers were eluding them, and it was obviously starting to get to Rachel. He couldn’t blame her. He’d seen her heart break when she spotted Aidan in Olivia’s car. How could it not? Apaka was getting to people, turning innocents into their workhorses. Jack didn’t like it one bit. Luke trotted downstairs, already looking fresh and energized. He grabbed a mug from the cabinet.
