The workout at the public gym had been intense, and Wyatt had kept her moving on the treadmill, lifting weights, heavy bag, while his eyes never stopped scanning the room, looking for any potential threat.

Wyatt had made sure they were not followed there. He'd taken enough turns, doubled back enough times, cut through enough side streets that anyone following them would have given up or been obvious enough to spot.

But the tension hadn't left Wyatt's shoulders. They took a private room used ...