15Lena jolted at the sound of the lock clicking into place.
“To keep Jepsen out,” Soren assured her. “Not to keep you in. You’re ruining your apron.”
Lena realized she was clutching the flowery fabric at her waist. Edwin had sent her here. Edwin had called her his friend. Edwin could be trusted. She smoothed the apron over her skirt and tried her best to think reasonably. To subdue the terror pulsing against her chest.
“For someone who came looking for me, you sure don’t seem pleased to have found me.” Soren’s soft eyes held her gaze, stunningly green, the color of sea glass shining in the sun.
“I’m here for a package,” Lena managed to say. “For Edwin. Edwin Wyatt.”
Soren’s brow darted to his hairline. His whole face brightened, in fact, mouth lifting into an easy smile.
“Now that’s
