Chapter Eighteen
Linc had gone on high alert when he saw the door to his cabin open. His mind instantly cleared and told him that there had been a breach. His typical protocol would have been to lock the door. But after a couple of days on the ranch, he had come to know there were no enemies present. He'd felt safe and secure here. He was surrounded by his men.
But the open door was not something his men would do. They had had so little privacy in the service that they wouldn't dare intrude on another man's space. So it couldn't be one of his men.
That left one of the girls. This was their home, not his. They had every right to go in and out of the cabins.
But that wasn't the issue. If someone was inside, they were seeing things he didn't want to be shown. His post-its were on display.
