Jack and I pulled off his dad’s birthday party without a hitch. No one suspected we were having anything more than the usual grieving couple problems. Jessica was happy to put the whole uncomfortable mess behind us, and very pleased to hear that Jack and I were trying for another baby.

Three weeks of tiptoeing around each other and engaging in one explosive fuck session after another, my period arrived right on schedule, and it was less disappointing than I had expected it to be.

I finished my shower and put on a fresh pantyliner. The first day of my period was always very light flow. As I pulled the protective film off the adhesive and stuck the liner onto my panties, I thought of the day of Jack’s dad’s party, when he had asked for my birth control pills. I watched him throw away the purple packet in the waste bin under the kitchen sink.

Maybe I should have kept them, just in case we changed our minds.

I didn’t think it would take this long to get knocked up. I got pregnant with Junior within a couple of weeks of stopping the pill. Maybe my eggs were too old and shriveled. My thirtieth birthday was in just a few weeks.

I pulled up my underwear and gray leggings, and slipped on a green hoodie and pair of Uggs. Then, I called Edna to let her know I would be visiting my mother’s house today. I wanted to know if there was anything she needed so I could pick it up for her on my way there. When I got off the phone with Edna, I texted Jack.

It was ten a.m. on a Wednesday, and he was at work. I wanted to let him know I’d be working at my mom’s house until about six p.m., then I was going to stop at the Halloween store to get some decorations for the house and maybe a costume for the upcoming Halo Halloween party.

I was going to leave the conversation at that, but as I slid into the driver’s seat of my Tesla, I decided I needed to call him.

“What’s up, baby?” he answered.

“I just wanted to tell you that, when I called Edna to tell her I would be dropping by to say hi to her today, she told me that one of the neighbor’s cars was broken into last week. I don’t think it’s a big deal, but I wanted to let you know.”

A long pause followed before he responded. “Why don’t you just wait for me and I’ll head out with you and Ace in a little bit? We can spend a few days at your mom’s while you catch up on the gardening. I’ll work remotely from there.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to miss out on anything important at work.”

He chuckled. “It’s fine. There’s nothing important going on over here, unless you count the mindless gossip about what everyone’s dressing up as for the party.”

I smiled as I realized he really didn’t want to take any chances with my safety anymore. “Okay, I’ll see you when you get here.”

When Jack pulled my SUV into my mom’s driveway, conflict raged inside me. On one hand, I was glad Isaac wasn’t outside working on his front garden. On the other hand, I wanted to be able to say hi to Isaac, and to introduce him to Jack, so Jack knew he had nothing to worry about. But somehow, both of these scenarios felt inappropriate.

A knock on the passenger side window startled me. It was Ace, smiling at me through the glass with one enormous hand on his gun holster.

I clutched my chest as I lowered the window. “Jesus Christ. You scared the hell out of me.”

His expression softened. “Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to scare you. Can you two stay in the vehicle for just a moment, while we sweep the property?”

Jack and I nodded. “Will do, Ace,” Jack replied.

As Ace and Matt began their sweep of the interior and exterior of the house, Jack and I waited in the car.

“Are we getting threats again?” I asked, staring straight ahead.

Jack let out a deep sigh. “It’s nothing serious. Just the usual crazies.”

“This isn’t anything like the kind of security we had before. Is that why I have a bodyguard?” I asked, turning in my seat to face him. “When were you going to tell me?”

“I did tell you. I told you there’s been a new break in the case.”

“A break in the case and death threats are two very different things.”

He shook his head. “There’ve been no death threats.”

I shot him a fierce glare. “Don’t treat me like a child, Jack. I deserve to know.”

He hung his head. “It’s just drama in the Facebook group. I’ll show you when we’re in the house.”

When we were cleared to go inside, Jack and I headed straight to the downstairs office. Jack slipped his laptop out of his case and sat down at the knotty pine writing desk, where my mother used to surf Facebook and gardening forums.

I stood behind Jack, my hand on his shoulder as I leaned in to watch him navigate to the Justice for Jack Stratton Jr. Facebook group. My stomach was in knots as he typed in the search bar “Mike Kevin O’Toole.”

He scrolled through the results quickly, until he reached the bottom of the list of posts. “This is where it started,” he said, clicking on the timestamp of a post made by a woman named Karen McNair in early August, about two weeks before I moved into my mom’s house. “Karen lives in Boise, Idaho. She’s been in the group for a couple of months, ever since her house was broken into and she came across Junior’s case on websleuths.”

I clutched my chest. “Did something happen to her family?”

“No, no. Nothing like that,” Jack said, shaking his head adamantly. “But someone else in Boise wasn’t so lucky. A man walked in on a burglar in his home and now he’s in a coma. And there are a lot of people who think that the person who shot that man is the same person responsible for a string of burglaries in affluent neighborhoods.”

I pressed my lips together to keep them from trembling. I wanted to say something, but I was dumb with fear.

Jack spun the desk chair around and beckoned me. “Come here,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around me as I sat in his lap and laid my head on his shoulder. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?”

I nodded, because I did trust Jack to keep me safe. But I still couldn’t speak.

I was finally beginning to understand why Jack was obsessed with this case. It was a rabbit hole of twists and turns that fed into our every fear. How could he even breathe under the burden of this information?

Ignorance was such sweet bliss.

“I don’t want to know any more,” I said, sliding off his lap, the bottoms of my Ugg boots smacking the wood floor. “I need to get start—”

My cell phone vibrated in the front pocket of my hoodie. When I pulled it out, I was happy to see Dylan’s name.

“Who is it?” Jack asked.

“It’s Dylan,” I said, as I finished reading his long text message.

Once I verified Dylan’s home address, I looked up from my phone to find Jack staring at me. “He came out to his mom, and now he needs a place to stay for a few days until his buddy gets back from Colorado. I’m going to pick him up so he can stay here. Okay?”

He rolled his eyes. “Do I have a choice?”

I shook my head. “I promise I’ll make it up to you when we go home. I’ll let you tie me up.”

I was about to turn around to leave, when Jack grabbed me from behind. I yelped as he pulled me into his lap again, laughing as he buried his face in my neck.

“You’d better believe I’m going to hold you to that promise you just made,” he growled.

I giggled as he slid his hand between my legs and kissed my neck. “Really? What are you gonna do to me after you tie me up?”

His teeth scraped over my earlobe as his hot breath roared inside my ear. “First, I’m going to lay you on your back and tie you to the bedposts.” His tongue traced the outer edge of my ear and I couldn’t even bring myself to remind him that we didn’t have bedposts. “Then, I’m going to tease your hot, little pussy with my tongue, my finger, my cock.”

I sucked in a sharp breath as he massaged my pussy through the fabric of my leggings. “How are you going to tease it?” I breathed.

He pressed his lips to my ear so I could feel every dirty word. “I’ll slap it, suck it, finger it, lick it. I’ll get drunk on it. And when you’re soaking wet and begging me to come, I’ll fuck you till you’re seeing stars. Then, I’ll own it.” He slid his hand down the front of my leggings. “How wet are you right now?”

I swallowed hard as I reluctantly pulled his hand off my throbbing center. “I have to go. Dylan is waiting,” I said, standing up on shaky legs.

Jack chuckled as he watched me leave. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, pixie.”

Ace and I waited in the SUV for Dylan to emerge from the two-bedroom bungalow he shared with his mom, very near Sunny’s. When he finally emerged, Ace helped him load his suitcase and a backpack in the trunk. He hopped into the backseat carrying a box.

“It’s an X-box. Yes, I’m a gamer. No, I can’t live without my X-box. Don’t make fun,” he said, closing the car door.

“Never even crossed my mind,” I replied with a grin. “You’ll need something to occupy your time until your friend gets back next week.”

He didn’t respond, but the muscles in his scrawny neck appeared taut with tension.

“Of course, you’re welcome to invite your other friends over, too,” I continued. “And I’ll be working on my mom’s garden today. But once I go home, I’ll only be an hour away if you need anything.”

He sighed and flashed me a relieved smile. “Thanks.”

“Don’t worry. You won’t have to do this alone.”

A few minutes later, as we approached the house, Dylan turned to me. “I know you’re probably going to get sick of hearing this pretty soon, but thank you. You make me believe that there are still people out there who truly care.”

“Stop it. You’re going to make me cry,” I said, waving off his gratitude. “Besides, you might not feel so grateful when you have to sleep in my old bedroom. I’m going to try to finish up in the garden today, but Jack and I might have to stay the night if I have to finish tomorrow.”

Dylan looked confused. “Why is that supposed to bother me?”

I flashed him a sheepish grin, then turned around to face straight ahead as Ace pulled my SUV into the driveway. “I promise we’ll try to be as quiet as possible.”

It took him a minute to understand what I’d meant, but as I opened the door to get out of the car, I smiled as I heard Dylan gasp.

Once Dylan and Ace had taken all his stuff up to my old bedroom, I brought him down to the office to meet Jack.

“Jack, this is Dylan,” I said, stepping out of the way so they could shake hands.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Dylan said with a nod.

Jack nodded back. “Nice to meet you.”

I had never seen Dylan look so nervous.

He crossed his arms over his chest, then uncrossed his arms and began rubbing the back of his neck. “I hope I’m not in the way here. I can totally get a hotel room if this is too weird.”

He began to turn around, but I grabbed his arm.

“No, you’re not getting a hotel room. You’ll be fine in my room. Come on. You can help me in the garden,” I said, looking over my shoulder at Jack as I pushed Dylan toward the door. “I’ll be outside if you need me.”

He laughed as I blew him an air-kiss. “Get out of here.”

Dylan smiled awkwardly as he followed me out of the house onto the back porch. As we crossed the lawn toward the garden shed, I couldn’t help but notice that he looked slightly giddy.

“Dylan, do you have a crush on my husband?” I asked with a smile.

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide his grin. “He’s super nice.”

“And super hot?”

He shook his head. “He’s your husband. Can we please talk about something else? This is, like, the most awkward conversation I’ve ever had. Well, other than the conversation I just had with my mom.”

I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and squeezed. “It may not seem like it now, but you did the right thing.”

He flashed me a worried smile. “I hope you’re right.”