Jake
There are few things more frustrating than having a beautiful woman naked beneath your sheets and a psychopath determined to ruin your evening.
I stood beside the bed, pulling on my jeans while Emma watched me with an expression that suggested she was considering murdering somebody herself.
“If that’s Derek, I’m going to be very upset,” she announced.
I glanced over my shoulder. “Pretty sure you’re already upset with him, sweetheart.”
“Well, now it’s personal. He interrupted something.”
Despite everything, I laughed.
“Believe me, I’m aware.”
She smiled, but it faded when I reached for my shirt.
“Jake, what’s happening?”
“Sophia traced another login to Mara’s old photo album. Whoever accessed it used a computer inside Derek’s house.”
“But the marshals searched the property.”
