“I’m sorry to bother you at home,” he said. “I know this is strange.”
Lauren tightened her grip on the door.
“How did you get my address?”
“That sounds worse than it is,” he said quickly. “Your manager gave it to me after I explained why I needed to find you.”
That should have alarmed her.
Instead, something in his face stopped it.
He looked like a man balancing on the edge of relief and grief at the same time.
“Can I come in for one minute?” he asked. “Just one. Then if you want me gone, I’ll leave.”
Lauren should probably have said no.
A strange man at night.
A bad day already turned dangerous.
But his eyes kept catching her.
Not because they were kind exactly.
Because they were shaken.
Because whatever brought him here had cracked him open.
She stepped aside.
“One minute.”
He came in, removed his cap, and stood near the door like he understood he had not earned the right to go any farther.
