Chapter Four
He could have called, but showing up on her doorstep seemed like the wiser choice. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something about Misty Bates. He had questions, a lot of questions, as he stood on the sidewalk in front of her house.
His brother’s place seemed so quiet with Owen and Tessa gone, yet so did Misty’s house, where the curtains and heavy blinds were still closed. Was he just seeing ghosts? Maybe she liked her privacy. Maybe he needed there to be something wrong with her so he could justify to himself why he couldn’t be happy.
But then, wasn’t it true that the first thing someone did when hiding was close up everything, make sure no one could see in?
He took in the midday sun and heard the ding of his phone. When he pulled it from his pocket and
