Page 81 of Their Stormy Reunion

“You’ve got it.”

After I hung up, I took another spoonful of dough, then went to the kitchen and took out the pizza. After having two pieces and two large glasses of water with a couple ibuprofen, my headache was a thing of the past, so I got back in front of the computer. It took me another hour to figure out what was in the file, and when I did, my blood ran cold.

Because what I had found was a nightmare.

Ace Security’s codes. Michael’s parents’ house. Michael’s house. My parents’ house. The addresses, the access logs. Sid could walk in like he owned the place. He could already be inside.

My stomach flipped.

I grabbed my phone and hit Michael’s number, my pulse pounding in my ears.

“Fallon?”

“Michael—he has the codes.” My voice came out breathless, a whisper of sheer dread. “That’s what I found on the computer. A file with all of Ace Security Systems’ access codes and addresses. To every customer. He can get in anywhere.”

Silence.

Then, Michael cursed so violently I flinched.

“I’m an hour away,” he growled. “Lock everything down. Do not open the door. Do not go near any windows. I’m coming.”

I was already moving, racing down the hall toward the gun safe Michael had insisted I learn how to use. Harley was up from her spot on the couch, like she knew things were bad. I was in the guest room checking the windows, when I heard it.

The front door opened.

My heart stopped. My body froze.

The alarm didn’t go off.

Oh, God.

Harley growled, a deep, guttural warning, her hackles raised.

I had my new cell phone in one hand and Michael’s gun in the other. I was going to drop one of them at any moment because my hands were so slippery with sweat.

Michael was still on the phone.

“Fallon? Why is Harley growling?”

“Someone’s in the house. Be quiet, Michael.”

I was by the window next to the bed. I slid down, hiding myself behind the bed. At the last second, I stuffed the phone behind the pillow where it couldn’t be seen, but Michael could still hear everything.

Including Sid yelling as he searched for me.

“Where are you? The pizza is still hot, I know you’re here. I know it’s you, Fallon. I recognize your fancy car.”

I heard him go room to room, calling my name. He finally reached the bedroom. Harley growled, giving away my hiding place. When Sid came around the bed, I pointed directly at him.

He laughed at me. “You’re not going to shoot.”

I shot.

The loud sound had me closing my eyes, and the recoil pushed me sideways into the wall. The gun slipped out of my hand. When I opened my eyes I saw Sid standing over me, laughing.

“You’re a lousy shot.”

I took my first good look at him.