WREN

I LOCKED up the shop and let out a breath. Today had been hectic, but not as hectic as my thoughts had been. After leaving Bane’s apartment this morning, I’d returned to my place to collect a shirt I’d forgotten to pack with Andy as an escort. He’d checked things out for me, reassuring me the place was as secure as it ever was.

“Ms. Montana.”

I looked around when I heard my name. I glanced at the car pulling up at the curb.

“Andy,” I said with a smile.

“Mr. Rivera wanted me to take you home and check things out for you.” Opening the rear door of...