Cole’s POV
I pressed my back flat against the cold metal side of the parked trailer and held my breath.
The figure was still moving along the wall of Dani's cabin. Slow, deliberate steps. Every few seconds they stopped and turned their head, scanning the dark paddock behind them before taking another step forward. This was not some drunk rider stumbling back to the wrong cabin after a long night. This person knew exactly what they were doing.
My first instinct was to charge. Every fiber in my body was screaming at me to close the distance and put this guy on the ground before he got any closer to her door. But something made me wait. Something told me that watching would give me more than fighting.
So I watched.
The figure reached her back door and crouched down. I could see the faint
