Chapter 89

The taxi driver dropped him at the front gate. Evan ran his card through the reader and held his breath. Would Nessa have revoked his security clearance already? If she had, he’d be scaling the wall in a tuxedo. After what seemed to take minutes, the green light lit up and the gate unlocked. He let go the breath he’d been holding and slipped inside. So far, so good.

Not wanting to tempt fate—or be seen and escorted off the property—Evan crept around the back of the house. Danny would be in one of two places. If Nessa had convinced him to reject Evan, he’d likely still be in her study working with the lawyer to draw up the divorce papers. Or if Danny needed time to think, he’d head for the pond.

Hoping it was the latter, Evan raced down the path to the pond, ignoring the bubbling panic rising through him at the thought of being anywhere near that place.