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I couldn’t stay here. What the hell was I doing? Yeah, Travis Hale had been my sister’s boyfriend. Serious boyfriend. If Naomi was still alive, they’d probably be married by now.
But that didn’t give me the right to break into his house, even if I’d figured out the code. I needed to get out of the pool, out of his house, erase any sign I’d been here and come back tomorrow when he was home.
I’d make him listen to me.
Yes, that was a much better plan. Five more minutes and I would go. He’d never know I’d been here.
“Who are you and why the fuck are you in my pool?”
I went vertical so fast I choked on water. Coughing, blinking, heart slamming, I grabbed for the edge of the pool and looked up.
Travis stood in the doorway. He was holding a gun, and it was pointed at me.
