Page 49 of Driven to Love

“I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“Who’s pissed at you? An ex-boyfriend or a date gone wrong?” Nash bet the list of broken hearts in her wake was longer than his leg.

“My last relationship didn’t end well. He wants to get back together, but…”

“What?”

“I’m not interested. I may have ruined his favorite tie and suit in a very public way.” A grin crept to her lips. “Anyway. He isn’t the type to crank call me.”

Maybe not, but Nash didn’t like the worry lines popping out on her forehead. He’d only seen Addison this stressed once before, when Cade and Laney were missing.

Nash dropped the subject for now as he took the exit to Gray Duck Grove.

When he pulled into her driveway, Max woke up. His little bottom wiggled in the seat. “I better let him do his business before I head home.”

They both got out of the truck. Addison set the puppy on the ground, and he was on a mission, sniffing every blade of grass before picking the perfect spot.

“Thank you. It was fun.” She handed him the leash and stepped back, fishing out her keys. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“Wait.” Nash moved closer, feeling the heat emanating from her body. He waited until she looked up at him. Her dark lenses obscured her eyes. Another inch and he could taste those lush lips.

She swallowed, and his eyes tracked the movement. He touched her wrist. Her pulse fluttered beneath his fingers.

“Nash.” She leaned in.

“Addison.” Sliding a hand down, he slipped the keys from her hand and pulled back.

“Hey?”

“You can’t think I’m letting you go in without checking your place first.” He handed back Max’s leash and then crossed to her door. He pulled up short.

“No. You don’t need to. It’s—” She bumped into his back. “What is it?”

“Did you have a broken pane?” The window next to the door was cracked, a small hole in the center.

“No. How did that happen? A kamikaze bird?” She searched the surrounding area, no doubt looking for feathers.

“Get in the truck. Take Max. I’ll be right back.” Nash didn’t go in. He cased the outside of her house first. No footprints or other broken glass. When he got back to the door, he held his breath and inserted the key.

Inside, a rock lay on the floor a few feet from the door. Shards of glass littered the carpet.

“Fuck.” Addison didn’t want to admit it, but she had a stalker. He did a quick survey of her house. Empty. He was snapping a few pictures of the damage when she came up behind him.

“Is this it?”

He turned to find Addison in the doorway, Max in her arms. Her face looked pale for being in the sun all day.

“Don’t let him in here until I clean up the glass.”

“You take the dog. I can clean up. It’s my house.” She shoved the pup at him. As if her head were on a swivel, she scanned corner to corner as she moved to the closet for a broom and dustpan.

Nash hooked Max’s leash to the handrail outside, then took the dustpan from her. “You should call the police.”

Silence filled the room. It didn’t bode well.

Nash stopped her with a touch on her arm. One look was all it took to convey he’d do it if she didn’t.

Her green eyes pooled as they met his. An audible exhale escaped her lips. “I will.”