"It's getting late, sweetie. Good night." He ambled to his truck, but never opened the door. Anticipation of him running back and taking her in his arms quickened her heartbeat. She licked her lips in thought of that first kiss. With the slumped shoulders and the shake of his head, she knew her dream had died for tonight.
Dreams and thoughts added weight as she dragged herself inside and locked the door. Before turning out the light, Scott's face flashed in her mind. "I should tell Garrett, but he'll turn protector mode on me, which will ruin any chance of a relationship. No, until I know more, I keep it to myself."
Sleep never came as panic raced through her body. It was like the night had a thousand eyes and they all watched Caitlin. She double-checked all doors and windows and made sure all the shades were drawn, but it did not keep away the feeling that the caller was right and she was being watched. A battle was about to take place, but what were the stakes?