Chapter 24
“So, you actually pulled him off the investigation?” Wyatt asked, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet of their bedroom.
He had just returned home, and Rylee was already busy recounting her day—specifically her decision regarding Milan. As she spoke, Wyatt nodded slowly. He felt a quiet wave of relief; he’d been worried about the toll the case was taking, and he was grateful Milan’s pragmatism had finally pierced through Rylee’s stubbornness.
“I did,” Rylee murmured, her hands steady as she helped him unbutton his shirt and settle in.
Wyatt caught the slight tremor in her voice. He tilted his chin down to catch her gaze. “Why do I get the feeling you’re already second-guessing yourself?”
“Because something in my gut is screaming that this woman isn't a coincidence, Wyatt
