The phone rang in her hand.

“What?”

“Dude,” Raj said, “the pics of you and Camille are getting so much play right now. Why didn’t you clue me in? I sounded like an idiot when the calls started coming in.”

Her heart did a lopsided roll in her chest. “What pictures?” she asked, gripping the phone.

“The ones Camille posted to Instagram. They’re freaking everywhere.”

“Those weren’t supposed to go up until tomorrow morning.” Tomorrow morning, when a dozen federal agents and all of the Mackinac Island Police Department were ready to spring the trap.

Ten minutes later, Agents Brice and White showed up. As William shut the door behind them, Remi barreled up.

“Which one of you asshats decided to post the pictures early?” she hissed.

Special Agent Brice frowned and shot her partner a cool look.

Two spots of color appeared on White’s cheeks. “What’s the big deal? He already knew you were here. He probably guessed his wife would run straight to you.”

“The big deal, you stupid, dick-swinging shit, is that the entire police department is on the scene of a fire, and you two are the only federal agents on the fucking island. Why didn’t you roll out a welcome mat?”

“Ms. Ford,” Brice said.

“Don’t fucking ‘Ms. Ford’ me. If this fire has anything to do with Warren Vorhees, if any of my people get hurt, it’s on your head.”

Brice ran her tongue around her teeth. “Stay here and keep an eye on things,” she told White. “I’m going to track down Chief Ford at the fire and find out if there’s any reason to be concerned.”

“You can keep an eye on things outside,” Remi said, opening the front door for them.

Everyone gathered in the living room for popcorn, tea, and a movie. Her father and Kyle both volunteered to spend the night, telling the kids it was the first big family sleepover. Remi kept her phone on her and waited to hear from Brick.

The tightness in her chest a constant companion as the movie played. As Kimber and Kyle carried the kids upstairs to put them to bed. As one by one, everyone wandered off to bed.

Perhaps she wasn’t the only one feeling the tension, she noted.

Her father sprawled out on the couch, a baseball bat on the floor next to him “just in case.” Brick’s father positioned himself in the dining room with a book, one of Brick’s guns, and a line of sight to the front door and stairs.

“You all right in here?” Remi asked, bringing him a glass of water.

He nodded. “I’m right where I need to be.”

“I know Brick feels better with you here,” she said, brushing her fingers over the chair back.

“He’s entrusted me to keep an eye on you,” William said. “I’m not going to let him down. Not again.”

“Seems like you’ve been done letting people down for a long time.”

“It’s nice of you to notice,” he said with a soft smile.