door. Both their mouths fell open in shock, and they immediately began to back away, placing the couch and the distance of the living room between them.
The dark-haired man sighed. "My name is Camden Dallas. I'm here to help you." He paused and gestured to the knife. "I told you to put that away."
Rayne was angry, nervous, and confused. All of that paired with her exhaustion, fear, and stubbornness overrode the logical portion of her brain. She was ready to fight. It took every cell in her body not to lash out at him. Her emotions had made it to the surface and were boiling over. Seeing the way he easily disarmed Layla, she thought better of it.
He raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't move. It seemed as though that were his only expression.
There was a moment of awkward silence as the three stared at each other, wondering what the next move should be.
"Are you the one that left the note on my car?" she asked.
He nodded and stepped toward the window to peek through the blinds. His movements were so fluid and calculated, as if he'd spent his entire life learning to master every muscle in his body. She was entranced watching the form beneath his black shirt ripple as he turned.
She unknowingly stepped closer to him, searching the features of his profile as he continued to stare through the glass. He had a strong chin and square jaw, nothing like her dainty traits. Her high cheekbones and slightly upturned nose were from her mother. Could he be from my father's family ? "Are we related?" she asked.
Camden turned back to her and shook his head. "No."
Now she was really confused. "But you just said you were the one that left the note on my car," she stated with a quizzical look.
He nodded. "Yes. I left the note." He paused for a moment. "No, I did not write it."
Rayne put a hand to her forehead, rubbing her temples in an attempt to calm her mind and steady her thoughts. "I've never been so confused in all my life."
Layla stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I can only imagine how you feel," she said. "My brain hurts, and it's not even happening to me."
Rayne resisted the urge to comment sarcastically a sarcastic comment and moved around to sit on the edge of the sofa, no longer worried about his intentions. If he'd really been there to hurt her, with moves like his, he already would have done so, and easily. She rested her elbows on her knees and turned her bright green eyes on Camden who moved slightly closer. "Can you just explain to me what the hell is going on?"
The couch dipped slightly as Layla sat next to her.
Camden came before the two and pushed the tarnished coffee table back a few feet, scraping some of the polish off the wood floor before sitting on the edge. His expression changed, and he seemed deep in thought. "Everything I am authorized to tell you, you already know."
“Authorized?” Rayne shook her head. "Just humor me."
"You are being targeted by someone."
At this distance, Rayne could see every detail of his face. She knew that her complexion was fair, but his was more than that. It was downright pale.
She shook her head, coming back to the conversation at hand. "For what?" She searched the room. "What could I possibly have that anyone would want?"
"That part is best left up to your grandfather."
Rayne's jaw dropped. She had to have heard him wrong. She held her breath and for what felt like the millionth time in the last few days, her heart skipped a beat. How can that be ? He died almost twenty years ago . I went to his funeral and watched them lower him into the ground.
Camden could see the confusion on her face. He stood and began to pace the length of her living room, which for him was barely two strides. He wanted to tell her. He wanted her to know everything, including what they wanted her for. But his instructions had been clear.
Rayne shook her head. She was beginning to get angry. She was tired of being watched and sacrificing her daily life for someone she wasn't
The dark-haired man sighed. "My name is Camden Dallas. I'm here to help you." He paused and gestured to the knife. "I told you to put that away."
Rayne was angry, nervous, and confused. All of that paired with her exhaustion, fear, and stubbornness overrode the logical portion of her brain. She was ready to fight. It took every cell in her body not to lash out at him. Her emotions had made it to the surface and were boiling over. Seeing the way he easily disarmed Layla, she thought better of it.
He raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't move. It seemed as though that were his only expression.
There was a moment of awkward silence as the three stared at each other, wondering what the next move should be.
"Are you the one that left the note on my car?" she asked.
He nodded and stepped toward the window to peek through the blinds. His movements were so fluid and calculated, as if he'd spent his entire life learning to master every muscle in his body. She was entranced watching the form beneath his black shirt ripple as he turned.
She unknowingly stepped closer to him, searching the features of his profile as he continued to stare through the glass. He had a strong chin and square jaw, nothing like her dainty traits. Her high cheekbones and slightly upturned nose were from her mother. Could he be from my father's family ? "Are we related?" she asked.
Camden turned back to her and shook his head. "No."
Now she was really confused. "But you just said you were the one that left the note on my car," she stated with a quizzical look.
He nodded. "Yes. I left the note." He paused for a moment. "No, I did not write it."
Rayne put a hand to her forehead, rubbing her temples in an attempt to calm her mind and steady her thoughts. "I've never been so confused in all my life."
Layla stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I can only imagine how you feel," she said. "My brain hurts, and it's not even happening to me."
Rayne resisted the urge to comment sarcastically a sarcastic comment and moved around to sit on the edge of the sofa, no longer worried about his intentions. If he'd really been there to hurt her, with moves like his, he already would have done so, and easily. She rested her elbows on her knees and turned her bright green eyes on Camden who moved slightly closer. "Can you just explain to me what the hell is going on?"
The couch dipped slightly as Layla sat next to her.
Camden came before the two and pushed the tarnished coffee table back a few feet, scraping some of the polish off the wood floor before sitting on the edge. His expression changed, and he seemed deep in thought. "Everything I am authorized to tell you, you already know."
“Authorized?” Rayne shook her head. "Just humor me."
"You are being targeted by someone."
At this distance, Rayne could see every detail of his face. She knew that her complexion was fair, but his was more than that. It was downright pale.
She shook her head, coming back to the conversation at hand. "For what?" She searched the room. "What could I possibly have that anyone would want?"
"That part is best left up to your grandfather."
Rayne's jaw dropped. She had to have heard him wrong. She held her breath and for what felt like the millionth time in the last few days, her heart skipped a beat. How can that be ? He died almost twenty years ago . I went to his funeral and watched them lower him into the ground.
Camden could see the confusion on her face. He stood and began to pace the length of her living room, which for him was barely two strides. He wanted to tell her. He wanted her to know everything, including what they wanted her for. But his instructions had been clear.
Rayne shook her head. She was beginning to get angry. She was tired of being watched and sacrificing her daily life for someone she wasn't
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