Fuck. What was I thinking? What is wrong with me!

I didn’t give a damn about getting his phone or trying to get any information on him tonight. What I’d done was screw up, and now my brain was revolting. I’d let Enzo into my body one time and I was this screwed up?

No, it’s more than that. It was the way he touched me. The way he looked at me. Why couldn’t I have just bent over and let him take me from behind again?

I slammed a fist into the door. “Idiot. Fucking moron, get it together!” I berated myself.

The sound of shoes shuffling away caught my ear, and I shoved my eye against the peephole. Enzo stopped and turned back to stare at my door. My heart squeezed as my hand gripped the doorknob. What is that expression on his face? I couldn’t quite figure it out. The insane part of me almost ripped the door open to go ask. Instead, I shoved myself away and stormed to my bathroom.

I had to get the smell of him off me and erase the feeling of being so close to the man I was destined to put behind bars.

I stood on the creaking front porch and hesitated. I’d made the trip and still didn’t want to cross the threshold to the house I once called home. Sleepy Hollow came by its name, honestly. It was slow, quiet, and had completely bored teenage me out of my mind when we moved out here. I stared up at the baby blue, two-story house and felt a looming dread pool in my stomach.

“Are you going to stand out there all day or come in?”

“Oh, leave him alone, Henry,” my mother chastised as she stepped to the screen door and smiled. “Hi, honey.”

I smiled despite myself. “Hey, Mom.”

She lit up and opened the door. Before I could say another word, she was in my arms. I hugged her back tightly and placed a kiss on the top of her head. I easily towered over her now, making me want to look after her even more. I had always been a mama’s boy, even if our relationship could be…difficult.

“It’s so good to see you! Why didn’t you call?” she asked, tucking a brown strand of hair behind her ear. “I would have had lunch ready for you.”

I waved a hand. “It’s not an issue, Mom. I ate before I came.” Her smile fell, and I quickly backpedaled. “But you know me. I’ll be starving again in twenty minutes,” I said, patting my stomach.

She lit right back up. “I’ll make you one of those huge grinders you like.”

My mouth watered, and I shook my head at myself. “I’ve missed the hell out of those. I’ll take one.”

I followed her into the house and closed the screen door behind me at the last second, making sure it didn’t bang shut the way my father hated. Shuffling after her, I stepped into the living room, and nothing had changed. My father sat in his chair, a stack of books beside him but his gun out in front of him on the tray. He had taken it apart and was cleaning it when he glanced up at me.