Kari woke when she felt Evan shift beneath her. After their shower, they had laid down together, her head resting over his heart, letting the steady beat of it soothe some of the terror that still clung to her bones.
“What’s the matter?” she murmured groggily, reaching for him even as he stood.
“Someone’s at the door.”
He crossed the room in only a pair of shorts, the stitches across his shoulder and ribs pulling his skin taut.
“We need to meet,” her father said once Evan cracked the door open. “Is Kari with you?”
“Yeah.”
“I know you’re both still recovering, but there are things to discuss. Get dressed and come to my office.”
Evan shut the door just as Kari sat up on the edge of the bed. She was wearing only one of his shirts. Though it hung loose on her, it was hardly appropriate
