She couldn’t ride a bike anywhere right now. Her legs still shook from the trauma of being targeted by a shooter. Alex seemed to have kept his composure in the face of danger.

“A few miles. I’m staying at a cabin myself. It’s nothing as fancy as this spread, though.”

He gave her that look again, intensity pouring from his gaze as he stared at her as though he could read her mind. “What?” she asked.

“What aren’t you telling the police? What aren’t you telling me?”

“I don’t know why someone shot at us, okay?” She wanted to get into the house and have a few moments of quiet before she talked to Nora. She couldn’t put that off any longer. “Maybe they were shooting at you.”

And that would make more sense—the battle she was expecting was on a different plane. The digital plane.

“Why’d you come to Montana?” He crossed his arms, which somehow made his biceps look bigger and his shoulders broader.

“I don’t know. Why are you here?”

He arched a brow. Touché . . . He didn’t say it, but she read his expression all the same.

“I guess we both have our secrets.” A half grin split his cheek.

He got on his bike and rode around in circles on the drive next to the garage. “When you’re ready to talk, Mackenzie, or if you need me for any reason, call me.”

“I don’t have your number.”

“I put it in your phone.”

Guess that meant he had hers too. “Stalk people much?” She hoped her grin let him know she was only teasing.

Sort of.

Anyone else, and she wouldn’t welcome the intrusion. But this was Alex—the guy who could warm her insides with a smile. She had never forgotten that roguish grin and those brooding gray eyes.

She watched Alex’s muscled legs as he pedaled away down the long drive. He would catch the trailhead down the road and cut across the foothill to his cabin. She wanted to tell him why she was here, but she had to tell her sister first. Because everything could hinge on her sister’s response. Mackenzie really had nothing much to share in the way of evidence. Nothing the police could use, and they could muddy the waters for her—waters she needed to dive into and waters she needed to be clear when she took that dive.

Still standing in the garage, she stared out at the woods that would be growing dark soon. Nora had texted to ask if she was okay—after all, she’d been gone for hours. Mackenzie responded that she would return within the hour.

And here she was.