Chapter Four
Billy Jo had just closed the door of her brand-new Nissan Rogue when she looked over to her stairs and jumped. The detective was sitting there in the dark. She realized his Jeep was parked right at the side of the garage, and she hadn’t even seen it. In fact, she couldn’t even remember the drive home—all because the face of a little boy was haunting her.
Mark Friessen was about the last person she wanted to see after the day she’d had, pulling a kid from a home and knowing he blamed himself for once again being shuffled off.
“Detective, seriously, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
He stood up and gestured to the stairs. “You should leave a light on.”
Why was it that it sounded like a reprimand even though he was in her space, at her place? Awkwardness still linge
