“What’s up?” Dean said leaning against the railing.
Dallas sighed. “Olivia.”
Dean c****d his blond head. “She’s OK?”
“She’s here.”
Dean stared at Dallas. “Liv’s here? Like… here here? In your house?”
“In my bed.” Dallas took a big sip of his black coffee.
Dean grinned. It’s about f*****g time, Foreman. Took you long enough to make your move, man. “Uh-huh. So, she came home with you last night? Why didn’t you just stay at her place, since you were there already?”
“It’s not like that, man. She’s got bad trouble.”
Dean’s whole demeanor changed now. “What kind?”
“Stalker trouble.”
Dallas had just filled him in when they heard a noise inside the house. They turned to see Olivia standing there, her hair tousled and her eyes still tired.
“Hey, Olivia,” Dallas said. “You OK?”
She nodde
