Amanda was lying awake, so far from sleep she knew it was useless to even try. She’d been lying in the Foxworths’ guest room for a couple of hours, wrestling with her thoughts. She couldn’t quite believe someone wanted her dead, but if she had to accept that possibility, her first thought was him.

The evidence made him look like a killer. You made him look like a monster.

She hadn’t even noticed Adam had been in the courtroom that day. She had been so focused on what she had to do that for all she knew there could have been only two people in that room, herself and the cold-blooded killer who had shot her father.

She felt a flicker of...something, that Adam had thought she’d done so well. Which made no sense, because the last person whose opinion mattered to her was Adam Kirk.

A light tap came on the door and she sat upright. Apparently, the Foxworths had meant what they’d said, that they’d be checking on her regularly. “I’m fine,” she called out.

The door swung open, enough for her to see who it was.

Adam.

She felt a flush of heat that had her suddenly checking to make sure she wasn’t revealing too much in the T-shirt Hayley had loaned her to sleep in. Instinctively, she pulled the covers up around her, then regretted the move. She didn’t want him thinking...whatever a guy might think at that reaction.

“What do you want?” It came out sharper than she’d intended. Only then, when he slipped past Adam, did she notice Cutter was with him. The dog came into the room and walked over to the bed.

“I’m just doing the first check,” Adam said, his voice inflectionless. “Don’t worry, you’ll get Hayley next. Then Quinn. That way nobody has to get up every two hours.”

She stared at him. “Except me, apparently,” she snapped.

He looked the tiniest bit sheepish. “Well, you are the one we’re worried about.”

Cutter whined softly, and she automatically reached out to pet the dog’s head. And immediately felt calmer. Amazing. Weird, but amazing.

“I’m fine. You can go back to—” She stopped suddenly, her brow furrowing. “Why are you even still here? I thought you were leaving, going back to the other side so you could get an early start in the morning?”

“Cutter thought otherwise.”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Long story, which would require you listening to me far more than you want to.”

“That boat’s already sailed,” she pointed out.

His expression didn’t change. “I know.” Then, more briskly, “Have you slept at all?”

“A little,” she fibbed.

“You know where you are?”

“Of course I do. And if I didn’t you would have given it away mentioning Hayley and Quinn.”

He sighed. “Yeah. Well, not my forte.”