The next morning, Lauren woke to find Wyatt already up, dressed in jeans and another black polo, standing at her bedroom window with his phone pressed to his ear. He was listening, but he was watching her.

"Okay... got it." He ended the call. "Morning."

"Morning." Her voice came out rough with sleep. "Everything okay?"

"Nate's team has eyes on Liam. He got home late... well, this morning, but hasn't left his place yet."

Lauren pushed herself upright, the sheet falling away. "What do you ...