Chapter 29
By the time Mack got home, the hunt was over. The target was down, Nate was grinning like a fool, and Mack’s blood was still running hot—not just from the chase, but from the fact that, while he’d been out, Viola had slipped past his rules and gone wherever she damn well pleased.
He stepped through the door, boots heavy against the hardwood floor, each footfall echoing with deliberate weight.
“Viola,” he called, voice low and measured—too measured, as if holding back a storm.
She appeared from the kitchen, sipping a glass of water with casual ease, as if she hadn’t just broken every boundary he set.
“You’re back,” she said, voice light but edged with a flicker of caution. “How was your boys’ night?”
Mack said nothing, his eyes locking on hers as he closed the distance betw
