Jake
Someone was already on my property.
That thought should’ve sent me straight for the gun safe.
Instead, I looked at Emma.
She stood beside the kitchen table in socks and one of my flannels, pale from exhaustion, one hand pressed against her stomach. A few hours ago she’d laughed over beef jerky. She’d kissed me upstairs because she wanted to.
For ten damn minutes, she’d looked safe.
Now a red dot blinked on the security map.
“Where?” I asked.
Sophia enlarged the screen. “Old equipment barn. Motion sensor triggered eleven minutes before we arrived, then again four minutes ago.”
Nash was already reaching for his jacket.
“Could be an animal.”
“Animals don’t try Trent’s gate code first,” Raven said from behind us.
She’d appeared carrying a shotgun.
Emma looked at her. “Do you
