Dallas pulled up in front of the large house, checking behind him for about the hundredth time. Nobody there. He exchanged glances with Griff, and the other man nodded.
He turned around to look at Olivia sitting in the back seat of the SUV. She had been quiet the whole ride over, and appeared nervous. She wasn’t worried for herself, he was sure: he’d lay money that she was fretting that the shelter would somehow be discovered because of her.
Leave it to Olivia to worry about someone else when she’s got some f*****g sicko hunting her.
“You OK?” he asked her.
“Yeah.” She tried to smile. “I just don’t want to tip anyone off about this place.”
“We weren’t followed, baby.” He checked the rear view mirror again, and saw Mark’s vehicle now. “There’s Mark and Selena. They were keeping an eye
