TUESDAY. SAFE HOUSE, LAS COLINAS, TEXAS.
RILEY TURNED THE SUV off and glanced around the gated community. Their latest safe house was a bit too close to its neighbors for his taste, with no perimeter fence. He'd have preferred a hotel or something, but this was what Zain had lined up. He had to have his reasons.
Vaughn and Nolan climbed out, stretching after still more hours sitting in uncomfortable chairs at the hospital. At least now they knew the extent of Erin's injuries. A fractured rib and deep tissue bruising wasn't fun, but it was better than being broken. The pain she'd experienced was due to knots and tension, both of which would be helped by a healthy dose of muscle relaxers.
"Come on." Nolan knocked on the roof. "They're supposed to have BBQ for dinner."
"Right behind you,"
