Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

155. Luther

Luther

I don’t park down the road.

I don’t hide.

I drive right up to the house.

It’s time.

My strides are steady as I take the front steps two at a time.

And my hands are steady as I use my spare key to unlock the front door.

I let the door slam shut behind me.

Joe bolts up from the couch, the glow from the TV illuminating his messy hair.

“Rocky?” He slaps a hand to his chest. “Fucking hell. What’s?—”

I don’t answer him.

I cut across the main room and start down the hall.

“What’s going on?” I hear Joe scramble to his feet. “What are you?—”

I ignore him.

And I don’t pause when I reach Kendra’s door.