As she dug through her purse, she remembered leaving it on the kitchen counter to charge. With a sigh, she made a U-turn as soon as the light changed to green, then headed back to her house to grab it—just in case Decker called. Yes, he’d said he’d be back after lunch. She hoped he meant it because she wasn’t ready to be without him. Gosh, she sounded awfully attached . . . and maybe a bit in love. Wrestling with the realization, Rachel let herself in absently and headed to the kitchen, pulling her phone from the power cord. Suddenly, Val hissed low and loud, then let loose a cantankerous meow, snagging her attention. When she turned to find out what was troubling her high-strung feline, Rachel discovered a man of average height and build standing in her foyer with grease under his fingernails, a determined look in his eyes . . . And a gun pointed at her head. She froze with terror.
