does mine.” He grinned.
“I know,” she whispered. “I’ll tell you everything. Show you photos. Videos.” Whatever he wanted. But that didn’t make the fear go away. Seeing his gentleness didn’t give her hope. Dad had been fun with her, too. When she was little, he’d called her precious. “But I have to go to work, Locke. A killer is out there, and you’re right. I’m not safe until he’s behind bars.” She couldn’t let Locke see how terrified she truly was. He might try to take Lin away or something. She had to appear confident. Brave. In control. But she had never felt more helpless and out of control.
“New storm system coming in today. Around two. I have to work, too, but I want all the time I have with her. You owe me that.”
“I know.” But what about after? All the time he had. Meaning he wasn’t going to have a lifetime. Her anxiety ramped up and all she felt was her own rejection. Same rejection Lin would feel if Locke thought he could waltz in and out.
Lin wiggled in Locke’s arms and reached for the high chair.
“She wants her juice.” Greer handed it to her. “Let’s go in the living room.” She had about an hour before she needed to be on her way to the carnival. Interviews to conduct. A murder to investigate. She wasn’t sure what scared her most right now.
The killer or Locke.
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