This was a bad idea. Moving into a house with John Tyler was about as bad a solution to her problem as it would be to take out skywriting and simply declare her location to Marcus Leary. John did not want her here. But how could she not take this offer? The trailer was a joke. And there was no one to protect them at night.
There was no one to help them, period. Except Luke and John Tyler. So despite every reason she didn’t want to do this, she was doing this.
Luke stopped his truck before a large, cedar-shake sided house with gray trim. It rose three stories into the night sky. Stars shimmered over it. The back side had an unobstructed view of the Pacific Ocean. A half dozen neighbors lined the small cul-de-sac. Cassie hadn’t expected this.
“My wife grew up here. Her parents gave it to
