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“While we were waiting for our order, I saw a man. He was watching us.”

Cade’s gut feeling had solidified. Over her shoulder, he studied the diner’s facade. Tori turned to see what he was looking at. What scant color there was left in her face drained, and she lifted a trembling hand to clutch her neck.

“Cade...”

Only one of the plate-glass windows had been blown out. Theirs.

“My car. It wasn’t an accident, was it?” Her gaze swerved to his, begging him to refute her claim.

“We can’t know that for sure—”

“Someone shot at us. This isn’t Chicago or New York City. This is small-town America.” She had to work to drag in air. “You told me not to ignore my instincts. I should’ve heeded your advice. Someone has been watching me since I returned. Waiting for an opportunity to—”

She didn’t finish the sentence. Didn’t have to.

They both knew that, had the timing been different yesterday, had the shooter’s aim been a little more accurate, Tori would be dead already.