Nowhere to Hide

PIPER’S POV

By the time I got to work, my nerves were already shot. It started in the lobby.

I’d barely stepped off the elevator when I felt it, that familiar prickle between my shoulder blades. The sense of being watched. I told myself I was imagining it. That I was tired. That last night had left me raw.

Then I looked up.

Nolan stood near the reception desk, coffee in hand, laughing with someone