Chapter Twenty-Eight
It took everything in me to refrain from hawk-eyeing Martin’s retreat, though I wasn’t sure why.
Then again, yes, I did.
While his plan to keep tabs on my whereabouts had been exposed, I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered about the other schemes he had up his sleeve.
With Martin, you could always be sure there were others. The man liked his contingency plans.
“So you and Dina are close?” I asked Tamryn as we hustled out of the park to her vehicle.
Tamryn threw her head back and released a cackle so shrill that it raised the hairs on the back of my neck. “We’re not the huggy-feely type—meaning we don’t ‘do’ close in my family.” She made air quotes with her index fingers. “I mean, even my parents weren’t really all that into the child-raising and bon
