Hell, he’d only been home for an hour and a half, leaving Marissa asleep in her bed before the sun came up in the hopes of getting a few hours of sleep himself. Now that he was there, he was wondering what the hell was going on because he seemed to be the only person who’d arrived. “Good mornin’, Trace,” Lilah greeted sweetly as he stepped into the kitchen to help himself to caffeine in liquid form. “I was just cleanin’ up the breakfast dishes. Would you like me to get you somethin’?” “No, ma’am,” he replied, lifting his coffee cup to his lips. “Thank you, though.” “Well, I’m gonna make myself busy elsewhere then,” Lilah told him, laying a hand towel on the immaculate granite countertop. He had a pretty good idea why he’d been demanded to attend the impromptu meeting, but as he watched Lilah disappear down the hall that led to the guest wing where she stayed, the hair on the back of his neck was prickling. It was a warning, something he was familiar with.
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