My contact with Dax was few and far between. Knowing my schedule so well, he'd call about information on my case while I was at work or during my busy times of the day. He was playing phone tag and winning. But ever since Riley had become aware of my situation with the escaped convict that I shared a link to, he'd spent all of his free time with me. I loved that he cared so much about my safety, but part of me felt like I couldn't breathe.
"Do you want anything to eat?" Riley called from the kitchen of his inner-city apartment that he shared with his two roommates.
"I'm okay, thanks." I said, flipping a page in the romance novel I had started.
There was no other woman for me. She was everything. The wind, the soil, the sun. Her voice was like liquid gold against my eardrum. But alas, as
