Easton was gone, and he was with dangerous people, people who might hurt him. She never should have let him go. Kennedy got dressed in her old clothes, not having anything else to change into, and tried to wait patiently for Easton’s return. She set the timer on her cell phone and told herself not to check it very often. She told herself that he would surely be home in a few hours at the latest. Downstairs, she made coffee and turned on the lights as she watched out the windows, seeing nothing but darkness outside. The coffee was dark and somewhat bitter in her mouth, and she shivered every few minutes from a deep chill in her bones, and the nervous energy coursing through her system. Easton had gone away in the middle of the night with such a strange warning—telling her the combination to his private safe. She would never open that safe and take his money and run as he’d instructed her to do if he didn’t return. Kennedy wasn’t going to simply flee and hide, especially not if Easton might be held captive or hurt somewhere, needing her help.
