CHAPTER 155

From his current position, he had a better view of the kitchen, but half of it still wasn’t visible. He saw an open cabinet door and heard footsteps, but that didn’t tell him who he was dealing with.

Still crouching, he eased into a shadowy corner of the living room, pressing his back to the wall, then craning his head around the remaining obstructions.

Bingo! A woman with long brownish hair swishing down her back and wearing tight black yoga pants emptied the dishwasher, skinny ass swaying to some R and B tune. But that wasn’t the only thing that interested him. In the very edge of his view, he caught sight of what looked like the leg of a high chair.

Damn it, another six inches and he’d be able to tell if his eyes were correct and if Hallie was in there.

Suddenly, he heard a baby peal unhappily. His heart leapt in his throat.

“If you want more Cheerios, you’re going to have to wait, kid.”

So they did have a baby here. He glanced back at Tessa. Her eyes had gone wide. Hope lit them.