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And for whatever reason, Delilah’s best friend.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?” The more important question is how the hell she knows where I live. The one day Victor has off…

If I was expecting remorse on her face, I don’t get it. Contempt burns in her gaze as she takes me in.

“Why are you having me followed and where is my friend?”

A week.

That’s all it took for her to figure out she had a tail on her. Probably less than that if she found out where I live in that time too.

I’m fucking firing somebody.

For seconds that feel like minutes, we stare at each other. The longer I stare at her, the higher her brow arches.

Titus’ belated bark breaks up the silence. Then Delilah’s footsteps get closer. Resigned, I flick my thumb over the safety, listening to the hammer fall before I tuck the Beretta at my waist.

Delilah’s voice reaches an octave I’ve never heard before as she rushes into the kitchen. “Oh my god, Adonis. Were you trying to surprise me because you knew today was going to be stressful?”

“No.”

Unfazed, Indigo pops out her hip like she belongs here and lets her stare linger on my face.

Delilah tries to move around me, and without breaking eye contact with her friend, I grab her wrist, suspending hertrip across the room. “There’s glass all over the floor and you don’t have on shoes, menace.”

The first hint of a smile curves Indigo’s lips and all the hate in her eyes melts into something tender when she sees Delilah.

I’m well-versed in that stare so I shake my head and beckon her into the house.

I still need to find out who told her where I live, but since she’s already here…

Si: What do you mean she broke into your house? How’d she get past the front gate?

I bitethe inside of my cheek as I read his message for the third time. A year ago, Delilah proved that gate was more for the appearance of security than actually keeping anyone out. But it was cute when she climbed over it. The thought of Indigo doing the same thing grates on me until my jaw locks up.

Instead of texting him back, I move to my message thread with my handyman.

I need a temporary door in my kitchen before it gets dark.

As soon as I get confirmation that he’s on his way, I swipe back over to my texts with Silas.

Si: I’ll be there in ten

Me: You’re not invited

Si: Don’t worry, I’m not coming empty-handed

Me: Still not invited

Si: Stop being a brat. I got dinner since Ms. Aggie is gone for the day. And I got enough for the four of us

Silas showsup in eight minutes, not ten. And the grin on his face when he walks in turns to ash when he sees Indigo in my living room.

That dopey look stays painted on his face while we share the pizza he brought with him.

The whole meal, Indigo doesn’t spare him more than a passing glance and that intensifies his fascination.

I feel like I can breathe again when Delilah disappears upstairs with her and Titus. Until Silas rounds on me and talks over the construction noise in my kitchen.