“Pier 7,” Roman muttered, pulling the car into a darkened lot. “Why does every bad idea involve a pier?”

Alexa tightened her coat around her. “She said she had the truth. If there’s even a chance…”

“A chance it’s a trap,” Roman cut in, glaring at her as he killed the engine. “I still can’t believe you answered that call.”

She met his eyes. “I can’t lose Micah. Not again. If you can’t understand that…”

“I do,” he snapped. “That’s why I’m here. ...