Chapter 219

MARCO SAT UP, NOT quite awake.

What was that sound? He didn't like it.

He pushed the soft, gray comforter off and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

Fiona.

Right.

He'd stayed, and he wasn't sorry about that. The rest...his conscience would have to deal with it.

"Fiona!" someone bellowed, pounding on the front door.

Marco pushed to his feet and strode into the living room. Fiona stood in the kitchen, her hands over her face, shoulders hunched as if she expected someone to...

Hell. No. Fucking. Never.

"Who is that?" He pointed at the door, his feet slapping on the hardwood, his vision hazing red.

"No one." Fiona's eyes snapped open and she straightened, the momentary glimpse of the woman behind all the secrets gone.

"Who the hell is he?" Marco frowned at the door display. He'd seen it last night, but hadn't paid attention to it. Now he could see the man on the other side clear as day. Who the hell needed a security system this fancy? Unless they were scared. Of who?