Aria POV
The house Roman led us to was small and remote. Dark blue shutters stood against gray siding, and there was a small porch with railings and columns in white. A wooden swing hung at the end, and I couldn't help wondering if the mountain of a man climbing off his bike in front of us actually sat outside on that swing at night.
The idea was laughable.
I brushed it aside as I pulled the handle and stepped out of Dane's car. He was already at the trunk, pulling out my suitcase and camera bags. Since he'd picked me up with just the cameras, the suitcase was full of clothes he'd had purchased for me while we were debriefing at the cabin.
None of them felt like me.
He picked up the bags, following Roman up the steps to the front door, and I trailed behind them. Roman twisted the
