Eden’s POV

“What are you doing here… J—Jack?!”

My longtime boyfriend is leaning against the towering foyer of the front porch, holding a bouquet of red and white roses that look too expensive for him to afford. I step outside and shut the door behind me, seeing Mason rustle around for a gun or his phone; I don’t wait to see which one he pulls first.

“What are you doing here?” I gasp, confused. “How did you know where—”

He motions ...