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day had passed after he escaped from prison meant he had the resources and connections to get away. No, he wanted to dredge up the past just to get revenge on Leo for turning him in.
    Thinking of her ex, she dialed his phone, but a message came on saying the phone had been disconnected or was turned off. She worried about his safety and hoped Kian’s dislike of Leo wouldn’t cause him to drop the ball when it came to keeping Leo safe. Leo might be a man-whore, but he was her man-whore, and she wanted him alive. She smiled at the thought even though it wasn’t a laughing matter. Leo had no clue she’d never be with him again, even at her lowest when she cried nightly, physically needing to be in Kian’s arms. She had let Leo hold her, but nothing more.
    Late afternoon, Evie found food to eat just in case Kian bugged her about it. She sat at the table with her phone beside her. The tuna salad turned out to be a bad idea, and she packed it in a bowl. Maybe Kian would have it for lunch tomorrow. Her cell phone dinged, and she welcomed the distraction because she’d been about to think of all the domestic duties she and Kian had shared. She had done the cooking while he did the laundry and cleaned the bathrooms, which she particularly hated.
    The text message was from an unknown number, and she frowned at it. Her heart beat faster when she deciphered the code. Anthony had contacted her. Was Kian correct? Did Anthony stay in Charlotte partly because he wanted to take her with him when he left?
    While she stared at the message, the phone rang, and she started, almost tossing the thing across the room. Kian’s name flashed on the screen, answering her question of whether his number was the same. Her heart pounded. So what, he remembers your number, Evie. Get a grip.
    “Hello?”
    “Evie, are you okay?”
    She shut her eyes. His deep voice sent chills over her spine. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
    “I have a question for you.”
    She tensed. “Go ahead.”
    “What did the message mean?”
    Her jaw went slack. “You’ve been tapping my phone?”
    “I obtained a warrant this morning.”
    “You didn’t tell me!”
    “I intended to this evening.”
    “Bastard! I would have told you as soon as he contacted me. Of course you won’t believe that. I bet you expect me to run off with him. Maybe you even think I helped him escape. After all, he’s my only family, right?”
    “Wrong.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    He sighed. “I don’t think you helped him in any way, Evie, but I do need to know what that message means. I’m on the way home, and we can talk about it.”
    She hung up on him, and this time did throw the phone, or more like slid it across the kitchen table before temptation made her shatter the screen on the tile floor. She’d done that before on accident and didn’t care for a repeat.
    Kian pissed her off, but she should have expected this. The man had loved to watch cop shows and anything with the FBI on TV, and she had been right there along with him, even if she didn’t pay much attention, preferring to play puzzle games on her tablet. She knew enough to know if there was the slightest chance Anthony would contact her, the FBI would climb all over her damn privacy. The legal system worked in their favor, and they didn’t hesitate to use the tools at their disposal.
    Damn him. Good thing she didn’t have some lover and had been sexting him back and forth. Then again, what would that matter? Some office agent would sift through it all and get his rocks off, but then he would pass on the info to Kian, and to her utter frustration, that did bother her.
    Kian arrived a half hour later, and she watched the monitors as his car pulled into the driveway. Moments after, his key sounded in the lock, and he walked inside. Her body reacted as if he’d been gone weeks instead of half a day, but she glared at him.
    “I don’t appreciate the invasion of my privacy.”
    “I’m