For Sophie. For her safety. Because we don’t give a damn whether she likes it or not.
After I eat some questionable leftovers, I shower and try to sleep. At four in the morning, my bedroom door swings open, and a wide-awake Liam stands in my doorway.
“Get the f**k up. It’s time to go,” he tells me, flicking on the light.
“Have you even slept?” I ask, running my hand over my face, my eyes trying to adjust to the brightness.
“No, I don’t have time for that. My flight ran late as usual. But if Weston’s working the early shift, we need to be in their neighborhood now,” Liam explains. Considering he’s a bounty hunter, he’s experienced in doing this sort of thing, so I couldn’t have chosen a better person to help with this. He’s literally experienced in stalking people.
I get dressed, and b
