It was dark when she left work. Grant had been in meetings for most of the day, so she’d seen very little of him. Since she knew a McCormack family secret, she was quite happy to avoid her boss because she wasn’t sure how her poker face would hold up. Although she’d managed not to rouse his suspicions yet, so that gave her optimism.
With her arms full of files, Zara unlocked her apartment door and pushed it aside. Artificial light filled the space, which should have been dark. It was joined by the sumptuous scents of food, except there shouldn’t be a soul here.
Fear didn’t spear her as it might have before, because with the lights on, the space wasn’t ominous. Brodie had never turned on lights and made himself at home, but ensconced in the promise of his protection, she was assured he’d
