Chapter Fifteen:
Rudd tossed the beer can. “Bet your wife would enjoy a friendly visit,” he said out loud at Nick’s side door. “It’d be neighborly, don’t you think?” And he checked his jeans pocket for the key.
Cloey heard the sound in the lock. Anxiety, like a thumb pressing in the notch of her throat, took a strangle hold. Oh please, let it be Nick. She rolled her eyes over. Rudd was standing in her kitchen doorway, smiling like he wanted something and her mind was suddenly a turmoil of black thoughts.
He stepped into the room and eyed the contours hidden beneath the sheet. “Cloey. I figured you might enjoy some playtime.” He went to the window and pulled the curtains closed. “You’re looking well. Great, in fact. I love the short hair.”
And to Cloey’s intense revulsion, he ruffled th
