I woke up as Fletcher was carrying me out of the office. I didn’t move though, because I secretly loved that he was carrying me like a child.

Jones opened the backdoor and Fletcher slipped me inside. I opened my eyes as he climbed in. “Babe. Are you okay?”

“Have you heard from anyone on the partial license plate yet?” I asked.

Fletcher signaled for Jones to drive and shook his head. “No, I haven’t. It’ll take some time, Ava. I sent it over to my friend and ...