I snatched the phone out of his hand, holding it close to my face so I could make out the words and time.

Hey, let’s reschedule lunch for Sunday. We can talk then.

The text was time-­marked. It showed delivered; probably no longer than ten minutes after I’d sent the text, while I had to have been in the shower. I stared at the text, half expecting it to vanish as a figment of my imagination.

“I swear,” I whispered, looking up at him. “I never saw that text. I know it says delivered, but I never saw it.”

Reece held my gaze for a long moment. “I thought you were pissed that I was rescheduling.” He gently pried his phone loose from my grip. “And that’s why you didn’t text back. And just so you know, I was planning on showing up here on Sunday, text or no text.”

“Could someone have deleted the text before you saw it?” Nick suggested.

Cold air whirled down my spine and the tiny hairs along the back of my neck stood. This . . . this was crazy creepy.

“Who would break into the house to just delete a text?” Hank asked, crossing his arms. “Not to mention, get in the house at the right moment to delete a text and only delete one from Reece? I’m not trying to be a jackass, but the likelihood of that happening is slim.”

I know it sounded crazy, but that was what had to have happened. I didn’t see that text. If I had, I would’ve responded and that text would’ve saved some of the heartache. Not all of it, but some. Though, right now, I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that he had texted me and he had planned on seeing me. None of that seemed to matter in this moment.

Tension had crept over Reece’s striking face as he looked down at my cell phone. His knuckles were bleached white from his tight grip.

“That’s not the only weird thing,” Nick said, drawing Reece’s unnerving stare. “Tell him what you were telling me.”

I sat down on the edge of the couch, beyond unsettled. “A ­couple of weeks ago I came home from work and the dishwasher was running. I hadn’t scheduled it to run. Honestly, I don’t even know how to do that.”

Hank arched a brow.

“Keep talking,” Reece said quietly.