CHAPTER 8
IAN
The door to the guest bedroom opened the next morning and I heard Grace’s soft steps walking down the hall. She slowly turned the corner to the great room and saw me sitting on the couch, reading the front-page article about how she was still missing.
Running a hand through her smooth, dark hair, she closed the distance, wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a T-shirt. She looked sexy as hell, with the tight fabric hugging her curves.
She glanced down at her clothes and sighed. “Any way you can sneak me by my house to get some clothes? With your FBI ninja skills, surely you can get us in without anyone noticing.”
That brought a smile to my face. There were a million things I could do that she had no clue about.
She picked at her shirt. “I love my father to death, but h
