I moved to the kitchen. “Coffee?”
“No, thank you.”
“I was making for myself.”
“I know.”
I closed my eyes briefly. “Stop saying that.”
“Sorry.”
I filled the kettle and reached for a mug, then remembered I had not eaten since the sponsor dinner. The thought of food turned my stomach anyway. I leaned against the counter while water began to heat, aware of Cade standing behind me with deliberate stillness.
A flash lit the window.
My entire body jerked.
Cade moved at once.
He crossed to the living room window, stood to the side of the curtain and looked down without exposing himself fully. His hand did not touch the fabric at first. He checked the angle, then carefully drew the curtain closed from the wall side so no gap remained.
Another flash came.
He moved to the second window.
