Reed’s POV
The estate came into view, its sprawling lawns and grand facade bathed in the fading light of evening. I didn’t know why my chest tightened at the sight of the place—I wasn’t one for sentiment. But something was tugging at me tonight, something I couldn’t quite place.
As I stepped out of the car, my gaze landed on the front entrance. A cluster of men stood there, their dark suits and stiff postures a stark contrast to the usual flow of the household. My gut twisted as I recognized the insignia on their badges. FBI.
Alex’s father, Connor, stood in front of the men, his shoulders squared as he faced them down. The tension in his stance was palpable, his voice carrying just enough for me to catch snippets of their exchange.
“This is private property,” Connor said firmly, his to
