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Kelsea thought she was going to lose it. The cheesecake she ate at Cecelia’s house turned in her stomach and threatened to make a repeat performance. She choked back the urge to sob and turned to Jaymes.
“I thought I saw a light outside my bedroom window. This would have been where he would go.”
“Kelsea, we don’t have to go back there. We can call the police now and let them deal with it.”
She shook her head. She had to know if there were footprints leading to her bedroom window. She had to find out if she was crazy.
Jaymes stepped in front of her and reached for his boot. He pulled a knife out of it, the shiny blade glinting in the moonlight.
Kelsea sucked in a breath. Until that moment, everything was in her head. It wasn’t real. But this? This was very real. She was following a
