“Are you sure you want to do this?” Caine asked, glancing at the woman sitting in the passenger seat.
Eleanor was tense. She stared out the window at the little house once serving as her sanctuary. It had been weeks since she last set foot there. In the pickup’s back seat, Bear whined. She wasn’t sure if he was sensing her distress or if it was his own.
“Elle, are you okay?” Caine asked, reaching for her hand. “Baby, talk to me.”
She jerked to attention at his touch but turned her attention to him. Trying to shake off her anxiety, she said, “No. But I have to.”
“All right, but you’re not going in alone,” Caine sighed.
If this was something she really wanted to do, he wouldn’t stop her. But he would also hold her hand the entire time, so she didn’t face it alone. Taking a deep breath,
