Chapter Sixteen
It was three in the morning when Kristie heard a low hum in the driveway. She knew that noise anywhere. Gray. She took off down the stairs and out into the front yard, hoping she didn’t wake anyone up. Both Rick and Megan were fast asleep.
Gray was getting off his bike. He had a funny expression on his face, as if he had been dumped in cold water and was drying off. Kristie didn’t care. She threw her arms around him and before she knew it, she was sobbing.
“You a*s!” she mumbled into his jacket.
The only thing she had felt the past few hours was fear. She was terrified about getting a call that Gray was dead. She was terrified Armand would break into the house. She clung to Gray and sobbed against him as he held her.
“Kristie,” he finally said. “It’s over.”
Her breath
