It was Reece.

Maybe I was hallucinating, and all of this was a nightmare.

Reece stalked into my apartment like he belonged here. Without responding to Hank, he gave Nick a cursory glance as he entered the living room. “What in the hell is going on?”

Beyond the ability of forming a response, I stared up at him.

Hank sighed as he closed the front door. “We got a call—­”

“I heard the call go through,” Reece cut him off. His eyes were the darkest shade of blue. “I couldn’t believe it when I heard the address for a possible break-­in, because all I could think was if it really was your house, you wouldn’t just call the police.” He thumped his hand off his chest, above the badge. “You’d call me.”

My jaw unhinged. Okay. I was seriously hallucinating this.

“Thought you had Fridays off?” Nick commented dryly.

“I’m covering a shift tonight.” Those midnight-­blue eyes cut to him. “What in the hell are you doing here?”

Nick leaned back, tossing an arm over the back of the couch. “She called me.”

Reece narrowed his gaze on said arm behind me. “Did she?”

Hank cleared his throat. “The window was open in the extra bedroom, and she says there’s a picture of her taken while she was sleeping.”

The way he said it, with a touch of derision, snapped me out of my stupor. “That is what happened.”

Reece cocked his head to the side as his broad shoulders stiffened. “What?”

“Someone took a picture of her with her phone while she was sleeping,” Nick repeated, and it became obvious that Reece hadn’t heard that part of the call.

Had Reece just heard my address called out and rushed over here? I didn’t even know what to think of that.

He extended his hand to Hank. “Let me see it.” The phone was handed over and then Reece cursed under his breath. “The window in the room was open?”

Hank nodded. “If it was locked, I have no idea how it would’ve gotten open. Glass wasn’t broken.” He looked at me. “I’m assuming you normally lock your windows. If not, you might want to start doing that.”

“I lock my windows.” My fingers tightened on the edge of the blanket. “I always lock my windows.”

Everyone in the room exchanged doubtful looks, which I understood given the current situation. “Wait,” I said, scooting forward so that my feet touched the floor. “What are you doing here, Reece?”

A muscle popped in his jaw. “I cannot even believe you’d even ask that question. Well, you know what, I’m not that surprised.”

“Excuse me?” I said.

His eyes glittered as he stared down at me. “You’re seriously going to ask why I’m here?”