RILEY didn’t know what to do with herself. First, she cleaned the kitchen a bit, scrubbed the grill, the sink… twice. She cleaned the bar, washed the shot glasses, and re-swept the kitchen floor. Finally she sank into one of the arm chairs in the den.
She felt agitated, helpless.
She could hear Colt and Gabrielle talking, keeping tabs on Jace and the others, out there, looking for Gemma.
And what was she doing? Not a damn thing…
She sank further into the chair, fingers tapping the arms. Damn it all.
She wanted to do something. Anything. She knew her anxiety was because she was worrying about Jace. And Jordan, but Jace was the one who had her head spinning with concern. She didn’t want him hurt Didn’t want him dead. She had just found him again, and didn
