Page 84 of It Runs in the Family

A slow smile spread across his face. “You don’t trust me? After I made sure you got home safe and sound on Friday?”

The way my stomach tumbled made it perfectly clear I wasn’t safe with him. I wanted to trust him too badly. But he had a point.

I pointed a finger at his chest. “If I let you in, you have to tell me everything you know about my cousin.” Then I added, “And your brother.”

He hesitated, then said, “I’ll tell you what I can.”

“Oh, no.” I shook my head. “Don’t you try pulling that bullshit. Either you share everything or you don’t.”

A grim look covered his face, and he seemed to consider it for a moment before he said, “All right. But the same goes for you.”

I nearly agreed, then stopped. There was no way in hell I was telling him about my visions, and keeping that part to myself made it difficult to tell him anything. So instead, I pushed past him and headed up the stairs. “Come on. This is too much thinking without caffeine.”

He climbed up behind me. “Was that one of your cousins?”

I glanced over my shoulder at him. “What?”

“The woman who dropped you off. Was she one of your ten million cousins?”

“No, that was an Uber.”

He didn’t respond.

“I can feel you judging me,” I grumped as I stopped in front of my door and dug my keys out of my purse. I was fully aware I was wearing the same dress he’d seen me wear at Granny’s.

Boone stopped next to me. “I’m not judging you.”

I grabbed my keys and glared up at him. “You think I’m doing the walk of shame.”

His jaw set and he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Iris, who you sleep with is your business.”

“Who said I was sleeping with someone?”

“You’re right. I have no idea what you were doin’.”

“I spent the night at my cousin Garrett’s place,” I snapped, pissed that I’d felt the need to explain myself. I grabbed the doorknob to insert the key, then froze when I realized it wasn’t locked. I was positive I’d locked it before leaving yesterday. I let go of the knob and took a step back.

Boone’s arms dropped to his side, and then he was hovering over me, only not in a threatening way. “What’s wrong?’

“My door’s open. I locked it when I left yesterday.”

His entire demeanor morphed and suddenly he went all alpha male, nudging me away from the door. “Could one of your cousins have been over and left it unlocked?”

“No.” Garrett was the only one with a key, and I knew he hadn’t been here. Nor would he have ever left it unlocked.

He turned to me and grabbed my upper arms, his face dead serious. “I need you to go downstairs and wait for me.”

“What? Why?”

“So I can go in and make sure no one’s waiting for you in your apartment.”

A wave of terror washed through me. What if the guy who’d tried to kidnap me had found out where I lived and was lying in wait?

“You can’t go in there, Boone,” I protested. “It’s too dangerous.”

But he’d reached into his jacket and pulled out a handgun. “Stay out here.” With that, he pushed the door open with his shoulder and slipped through the door.

I stared after him in shock. What the hell was Boone doing with a gun?