Chapter 258

MARCO CLOSED HIS EYES and squeezed Fiona. He doubted the moment would last, but for as long as she'd let him, he was going to hold her, damn it. Things were going to hell, and all he knew was that one way or another, he was going to get her out of this.

The door swung open and Ghost stepped in.

Talk about bad timing.

Fiona's head jerked up, and she stepped away from Marco, glaring at him. Seems he wasn't forgiven after all. Not that he expected to be. If she hated him forever she'd be within her rights.

"We've got problems," Ghost said.

"What now?" Marco flexed his hands. He was in the mood for a problem he could punch.

"I'm pretty sure we had a tail from the park."

"What?" Marco stared at Ghost. And he was only now mentioning this?

"I lost them, but we might want to move." Ghost crossed to the window and peered out.

Fiona sat on the edge of the bed, her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands.