Roman didn’t relax until the safehouse door shut behind them. Even then, his eyes scanned every shadow as if danger might have followed them home. Only when Desiree was settled back into bed, pillows arranged just right, blanket tucked under her hips, her breathing steady, did he allow himself to exhale.

“I’ll make you something light,” he told her, brushing a hand over her cheek. “You need to eat before you take the meds.”

She nodded with a tired little smile, and he headed to ...