Chapter 43

  Roman heard the soft sound of the door closing as he walked back to the kitchen and let out the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding.

  Step two was done.

  She was here, breathing the same air as him after so long.

  But she was still looking at him like the piece of shit that he was. He deserved that. He'd expected it. He just hadn't expected it to stab him in the chest like that.

  He walked to the coffee maker without looking back and pulled out two mugs. As he was stirring the hot liquid, he heard the shuffling behind him indicating Evelyn had returned to her seat.

  When he turned back to her, she was gripping her car keys so tightly her knuckles were white. She looked ready to run if he even looked at her wrong.

  This chase was going to be harder than anything he had ever done.

  As it should be.