CHAPTER FORTY
Ivy wanted to do what Dax had told her, but as the minutes ticked by, she began to think up all sorts of terrifying scenarios. He might need her, he might need back-up, and she couldn’t sit here doing nothing. So, when she finally couldn’t take it anymore, Ivy whipped up her jacket and keys and began to head for the front door.
Just before she got there, it opened. Running into the entryway she was so relieved to see her husband nudging the door closed. But when he closed his eyes and rested back against it, relief became concern.
“Dax?” she asked. Dropping the items in her hands, she rushed to him and began to run her hands all over him. No blood or injuries. The lump she discovered in the front of his jeans made her lift the edge of his tee-shirt. When she identifi
