“Lexi, you’re the spitting image of the target. I’m worried about you.”

She tensed. “I know. I saw the photo.”

“What if the killer has realized that fact, too?”

“I’m being careful.” She put her hands on his cheeks. “If we’re going to make this work, you have to accept the risks and trust me to make the right decisions.”

“All right.” Alan should probably step back and give her space. But he couldn’t get his feet to obey.

She brushed a kiss across his lips. “I’ll call when I get home. I promise.”

He stood frozen, fighting for control. Finally, he stepped away and forced a smile.

“All right. If I don’t hear from you within thirty minutes, I’m sending out the search party.”

As he watched her back out the drive, his heart stuttered. Somewhere out there was a killer. And Lexi was vulnerable.

After six long years, he was so close to winning her back. He couldn’t lose her again.