Kane called over his left shoulder, “Doing what you want, Noah. Heading back home. No need for a scene today. No need for a scene anyday. I know my place, and I know where I belong.”
Noah and I watched the man vanish into the woods, over the pathway, up a steep knoll. Gone.
Noah turned to me and asked, “Are you all right?”
“Confused. Scared shitless a bit. But otherwise fine.”
He tucked his Glock away where it belonged at his hip, reached into his cruiser, and turned off its strobes. Then he closed the vehicle’s door and walked up to me. He gave me a hug and kissed the side of my neck.
“That bastard is off his rocker, Dalton. I’m just glad I got here in time. God only knew what he had in mind to do with you.”
“Who was it?” I asked, hugging Noah in return, missing his body next to mine. I felt comfortable in his grip, glad he ended something before it really started with the visiting stranger.