it out. What are you doing?”
Caden let out a low laugh. “I think we’re both a bit on edge. It hasn’t been that long since Gabby’s and Liam’s lives were in danger, and now this...”
Griffin stepped into the shelter of the barn behind his brother. “I have to admit, this situation has me rattled and they’ve crossed my mind once or twice the past few hours.”
Caden shot him a smile. “Gabby fell in love with Liam during all of that. The same thing could happen to you.”
“Seriously? There’s a killer after the woman I’m protecting, and you’re thinking about matchmaking?” Griffin frowned. “I’m not doing this because I think she’s beautiful or charming. I’m just doing my job.”
“If you say so.”
“Caden, you can’t seriously be going there. I don’t even know her.”
His brother let out a low chuckle. “You know I’m just kidding, though it has been a while since you’ve been in a relationship. I’m just thinking of your happiness. Mom told me Tory’s both beautiful and charming.”
Griffin headed into one of the stalls to check the supply of feed, even though it wasn’t his job.
Caden followed him, stopping in the doorway. “I’m sorry.”
“Forget it. That was a long time ago. I just haven’t found what I’m looking for.”
“What are you looking for?”
He headed into the next stall, wanting to ignore the question. Wanting to ignore the entire topic.
“You’re not exactly one to give relationship advice.”
The four brothers had fought like cats and dogs growing up, but in the end they would have sacrificed anything for each other. Caden and his fiancée had broken off their engagement the night before their wedding. He’d never told Griffin the entire story of what had happened, and Griffin had never pushed. Just like he’d never shared with Caden all the details of losing Lilly.
But none of that mattered right now.
“What I just said crossed the line,” Griffin said.
“Forget it. It’s just that you’ve just seemed...lost lately.”
Griffin stepped out of the stall. “I’m fine. Busy at work and church... There’s nothing to complain about.”
“But that’s not always enough, is it?”
“I just...” He stopped. Wasn’t that the same question he’d been asking himself? What was he looking for?
Satisfied the horses had what they needed for the night, Griffin buttoned the top of his coat. He needed to get back to the house to ensure everything was okay there.
“If things were different, I might not mind getting to know her, but she can’t remember much more than her name, which makes it a bit hard.” He stopped just inside the doorway leading outside and rested his hands on his hips. “I think the stress of all of this is taking more of a toll than I realized.”
“She’s going to be fine,” Caden said, heading toward the door with him. “She’s got you as her guardian.”
He was cold and tired and needed to get a good night’s sleep if he was going to be able to do his job. “We both should get some sleep.”
“Agreed. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Griffin walked back to the house and made another sweep of the perimeter, knowing he wouldn’t sleep tonight. While the chances of Jinx or his men facing this storm seemed slim, he still wasn’t going to dismiss the possibility. That meant he couldn’t put his guard down.
He glanced up at the window of the room where Tory was sleeping then shifted his gaze toward the shadows in the living room. This time he wasn’t imagining anything. Someone had broken into the house.
Tory woke with a start. After hours of not being able to sleep, she’d finally dozed off only to be jerked back awake. It was still dark outside and she had no idea what had startled her. She grabbed her phone to check the time. It was only half past twelve. Maybe she hadn’t been asleep as long as she’d thought.
She crawled out of bed, shoved her feet into her thick slippers and then stopped in front of the window. Snow was falling and had already covered the ground with several inches. Griffin had been right. Jinx might have escaped, but he couldn’t find her here. The authorities would catch him and all this would be over.
At least that’s what she prayed would happen. Somehow she was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be that easy.
If she testified, he’d send someone after her.
If she didn’t testify, he’d go free and probably still send someone after her.
There was no way to win.
A memory flickered in the recesses of her mind as she headed out of her room, but she couldn’t catch it. She’d head downstairs to get a drink then try to go back to sleep. Try to not dwell on the fact that her memories were locked up in a place she couldn’t access.
She’d have to read the additional case files the FBI had sent over and, she hoped, uncover clues to what for now had been lost. But there was something unnerving about trying to find out who you were in a government file.
Another noise snapped her out of her thoughts. Someone was moving inside the house. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, but she knew it was probably just Griffin or his parents. She drew in a deep breath, trying to slow her heart rate. It wasn’t anything sinister. Like her, he was probably having trouble sleeping.
She dismissed the fear and headed down the main staircase and into the kitchen.
“Tory.”
She spun around. “Griffin?”
A sigh of relief escaped her lips. She’d let her imagination take over but she’d been right. There was nothing to be afraid of.
“There are two men in the house,” he whispered.
“What?”
The night-light in the living room went out, leaving them in darkness.
“They’ve cut the electricity.”
Fear pressed against her chest. This couldn’t be happening. She was supposed to be safe here. But now...
Griffin motioned for her to stay quiet as he grabbed her hand and pulled her across the kitchen toward the laundry room. “They’re here in the house. Upstairs. I don’t know how you managed to miss them, but I need you to come with me.”
She went willingly, an indication in her mind of how much she trusted him.
