Trace saw her hand shake slightly she poured tea into the plastic cup. She wasn't as calm as she was pretending to be.
He shook his head. "I don't want anything right now." He wanted her, but that wasn't what she was offering. He dropped his arm from around her. "I talked to your father last night. I told him Canfield was beginning to crowd you. Your father to pull you out of it."
"What did you tell him?"
"I said I thought we should leave it up to you." Stalling, she took a sip of the steaming sweet tea. "I want to help if I can."
"We don't know what will happen once you get in touch with Travis. Freya. could be putting yourself in danger."
"Travis wouldn't hurt me." A hint of irritation entered his voice. "You don't know that. We know he's hired Canfield. He could have others working
