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“You said that already.”

“And I’m going to keep saying it.”

“Get in your Jeep.”

Her jaw drops. “Excuse me?”

“See? Impossible.”

I walk toward my truck.

“You can’t order me around.”

I open my door. “Meet me at your lodge.”

“Why?”

“Want to check something.”

“What?”

“Sloan.”

Her expression changes.

“Caleb.”

“Lodge. Now.”

She mutters something that sounds a lot like asshole.

I grin as I climb into my truck.

This woman is going to be trouble.

I know something’s wrong before I pull into Frank’s driveway.

Emily’s headlights sweep across the lodge behind me.

Glass catches the light.

Broken glass.

I brake hard.

“Stay in your car.”

Emily is already getting out.

“Emily.”

“What happened?”

I cross the driveway and catch her before she reaches the porch.

Three windows are shattered.

The front door hangs open.