Chapter Sixteen
“How did you find us?” Aaron hissed, snatching Ben by the shirt collar, his other hand extended behind him, gripping the hilt of the sword, pointing it into Ben’s gut.
“Wait!” Ben gasped, Aaron now looming over him. Ben sucked in his stomach reflexively, out of fear, out of lingering flecks of ego that felt stupidly inappropriate at a moment like this.
“How did you find us?!” Aaron asked again.
“It’s . . . it’s complicated,” Ben whimpered, his hands raised in surrender.
Aaron was in Ben’s face, seething.
“Have you been following my family?”
“No. I’m not a stalker. I came here—”
“How?! How did you find us?!”
Ben felt the blade tip scrape against the skin of his stomach. It had pierced his shirt. “There—was a newspaper ad. For your dealership. You used your mom’s mai
