The mist obscured the woman Zach had once loved. One he wouldn't love again. Dolores had fractured his heart. Laid waste to it as if he'd been a fly. He deserved better than that. Honesty was too important to him.
“What did you and Grace talk about?"
Dolores waved a hand. “She thinks I'm in danger."
A nod moved his head. “So she did tell you."
Her brow knit. “You believe her?"
He chuckled. His gaze traveled out the window. Grace had him off-kilter. “I'm not sure what to be believe with her. I don't see any reason why someone would want you dead."
“Dead? She didn't say that."
Zach could have smacked his own forehead. He figured Grace had spilled all her beans. Well as much as Grace lets out. “I assumed."
“She thinks I'm going to be killed? That's crazy."
“That's what I think, too."
