THIRTY-FOUR
PACING IN FRONT OF the huge double-height window by the fireplace, Tess muttered, “Right thing, wrong thing.”
The men, including Garrick, were around the dining table on the other side of the fireplace.
She itched and tingled, anticipating what may or may not happen. Daire had been an asshole. That didn’t mean she wanted him dead. And she’d had little chance to get to know her father. They needed more time. But it was possible she’d called them to the s*******r.
Still obsessing, there was no way to reach a conclusion until what happened, happened. The glass front door burst open, stopping her dead. Daire was halfway across the room, her in his sights, zero awareness of anything else.
Relief propelled her to mirror his determination; they met just as he reached the step up
