Page 89 of Kylo
But it felt too loud to be a small mammal. And an iguana would drag along the gravel, not crunch.
I tossed another pepperoni toward Ernest before he started to cry for more so I could listen.
Crunch. Crunch.
There was someone out there.
Walking along the side of my house.
My mind immediately went to the bikers.
But they would have no reason to show up at my house and skulk around. We weren’t ongoodterms. But I would answer the door if one of them showed up.
The enemy of my enemy and all that.
But therewassomeone who might feel the need to creep around if they were coming to speak to me. Or hurt me.
I didn’t stop to think, to reconsider my fears.
I kicked off my shoes, grabbed my phone, waved my pizza at Ernest, and freakingran.
This wasn’t some huge house. My grandmother lived relatively modestly. It was a simple one-level ranch-style home with tile floors. And the water table in the area meant there was no basement to try to hide away in.
But it came with one fun quirk.
Something unique that no one else would have, let alone think to look for.
I was rushing through the door of the primary bedroom when I heard someone twisting the knob on the front door.
Had I locked it?
How much time did I have?
My heartbeat thrummed as I forced myself to keep moving. There was no time to look back.
My breath was coming in fast, shallow puffs as I rushed over toward the mirrored sliding doors of the primary closet.
Ernest was happy to follow me, nose sniffing the pizza in my hand.
I slid the doors closed behind us, then dropped to my knees on the floor, pushing aside my luggage and feeling around the wall, then pushing to unlatch the hidden crawl space.
Ernest was going to hate this.
Hell,Iwas going to hate it.
But even as I hesitated, I heard the front door crack as, I imagined, someone kicked it in.
Not someone.
No.
It had to be Marco. And he likely hadn’t come alone.
What changed?
Was he still mad about the last visit?
Or, worse yet, had he seen me with Kylo? Did he know I was working with Huck and his club?
