“Where the hell is she?” Bryson asked. They’d woken up half an hour earlier to discover the sun setting and Dani gone. Aiden had called her cell half a dozen times, but she must have turned it off. It kept going to voicemail. “You think we came on too strong?” It wasn’t the first time Bryson had asked that question. Aiden’s answer didn’t change. “No, Bry. She liked it. She wasn’t afraid of us or what we did. Something’s been upsetting her. We both know it’s not us. It’s whatever brought her back to New Orleans.” “She was going to tell us.” Aiden lifted his head. “What?” “You passed out right after you came. Dani told me she wanted to talk to us later, that she had something to tell us about her past. She’s ready to open up to us.” Aiden prayed that was true.
