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that’s one of the things I can’t explain…yet. I know it’s weird and unbelievable, and you probably can’t think of a single reasonable explanation, but can you just take it on faith that I only want to protect you?”
    Breath rushed from her lungs on a relieved exhale. “I know that, Cam. If I know nothing else, I do believe that you have my best interest at heart.” She almost didn’t care about the explanation now that she knew she wasn’t losing her mind. Almost.
    “I’m sorry to disrupt your life, Eleanor. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be in danger.”
    “Well, it’s not really your fault, is it? I mean, you said it was because of your brothers.”
    “Yeah, well. We aren’t really sure of the exact reason. It could really be any one of us.”
    “But that doesn’t make any sense. I mean, you’re just a marriage counselor, not a…whatever your brothers are.” He laughed out loud at that, and she frowned. “What?”
    “Oh, Eleanor. If only you knew the whole of it.”
    “Well then, tell me all of it.”
    His amusement died a quick death, and she felt him staring at her. “I’m afraid I might have no choice but to do just that.”
    She opened her mouth to ask for an explanation when he let out a long sigh. “I just need your faith a bit longer, okay? Once I know enough for it to make some kind of sense, I’ll explain.”
    After thinking it over, she decided it was a fair request. “All right, fine. But don’t think I’m going to drop it. I’ve lived my whole adulthood without violence, and now I’ve been targeted twice in one day. That’s just…uncanny.”
    He laughed humorlessly. “Yeah. That it is.”
    She nearly opened her mouth again to mention how relieved she was at not having hallucinations, but she clamped her lips shut. Saying that might spark questions she wasn’t prepared to answer. She had always been honest with Cam about everything, including her past and family, but she had never given him specifics, and, thankfully, he hadn’t pried. The last thing she wanted was to bring up the horrors of her childhood.
    No, that had nothing to do with what had happened today, so she didn’t need to bring it up…ever.

Chapter Three
    The drive to Cam’s house wasn’t a short one. After an hour, Eleanor was aching from sitting for so long, but they finally found his driveway. She turned in and navigated the dirt path to his house.
    “You have to pack a lunch to get here, but man, is it worth it,” she said.
    He chuckled. “Yeah. I love living in these woods.”
    “You’re far enough from the public parts of the park not to be bothered by campers?”
    “Pretty much. I’ve only found one person wandering lost on my land in all the years I’ve lived here. Do you like to go camping?”
    She shuddered and quickly shook her head. “Absolutely not. I can’t stand tents of any shape or size.”
    “Oh. Well, there are cabins, you know.”
    “Yeah,” she agreed quietly.
    Luckily, he dropped it, and they rode in silence. Ten long minutes later, they finally arrived. Once she cleared the last of the trees and the monstrous house came into view, it took her breath away. It was a three-story historical masterpiece. A mansion, hidden within the deep woods, that very few even knew existed. Cam once said his great-grandfather had built it for his great-grandmother. Eleanor thought it was terribly romantic.
    She pulled up beside his rugged four-wheel-drive SUV and parked. Cam grabbed her bag and headed for his front door without a look back while she took her time to marvel at the wraparound porch and the beautiful exterior. Even after hundreds of years, the construction appeared solid. She wondered if he’d kept the original coloring when he’d repainted.
    Cam held the front door open for her, and she stepped inside. The interior was a mix of antique and modern furniture, but it all worked somehow. Most of the rooms were lined with bookshelves and glass cases that held texts