Get a grip.
“Bathroom’s through there.” Blake pointed to another door. “Towels are in the cabinet. Extra toothbrushes are under the sink.”
Devon raised a brow. “Extra toothbrushes?”
Blake’s mouth curved. “It’s not what you think. Believe it or not, you’re the first woman who’s ever been in here.”
Heat crept into her cheeks. “I didn’t ask.”
“You didn’t have to.” Blake turned to leave.
He sent her a playful wink and a smirk as he walked past.
“Wait, you aren’t seriously giving me your room for the night.”
“Yup.” His grin swung back her way. “I’ve got some things I need to do before I crash, so I’ll take the spare bed for tonight.”
“Blake—”
“It’s a done deal, Dev. Just promise you’ll try to get some rest.”
“Okay.” She gave in. When he started to leave again, Devon unexpectedly blurted, “There was a man at the gym.”
He went still, slowly turning to bring his stare back to hers.
“What man?”
Devon crossed her arms. “I-I thought he was watching me, but then I convinced myself I was being paranoid. But after last night . . .”
“Tell me.”
The order was deep and eerily calm.
She described Black Hoodie. Explained how she caught him looking her way in the mirrors, and how she’d seen him later, near the dark SUV when she was leaving.
By the time she finished, Blake’s jaw was noticeably tight.
“You see his face?”
“Not well enough.” Devon shook her head. “He was average build. Maybe five-ten or five-eleven. Late thirties, possibly older.”
Blake pulled out his phone. “Which gym?”
She gave him the name and location, watching as he typed the information into his notes.
“I’ll see if I can pull their security footage before I turn in. If that guy was watching you, there’s a good chance one of their cameras caught him.”
“You think that was him?” Her pulse spiked. “You think he’s the one who broke in?”
“I think someone may have been watching you before the break-in. Until we know otherwise, everything matters.”
Devon looked down. Pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I should’ve told you.”
“You didn’t think it was important.”
His lack of blame helped, but it didn’t entirely erase her guilt.