No one in sight. Nothing out of place. No warnings tingling along my skin. So why did Tynan Pierce look scared? “What’s the matter with you, Pierce? You went ghost on me.” Silence. Damn the man to perdition. His non-communicative style nudged my low level of irritation into full-blown pissed off. I inhaled a calming breath, but my leg muscles still ached with the need to stomp my foot at his excellent rendition of a stone wall. He urged me toward the Jeep with a well-placed fist, his knuckles rubbing against the middle of my back. “Hungry.” I stopped, twisting to face him. “Right. You always turn specter-like when you’re hungry.” He didn’t meet my gaze. “A.J.’s waiting.” Yeah. And I was more than ready for some girl time and a shower, but Pierce had been acting weird since he first showed up on at the North Carolina property. Best I prep for the worst, because he knew something—something he had no intention of sharing, even if I was involved up to my eyeballs.
