Caden wrapped an arm around me, but I could barely feel it.
“Let them do their job,” he whispered.
I turned to him, tears stinging my eyes as I burrowed my face into his chest.
“What do you know?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“Not much,” Clint said. “A neighbor called it in ten minutes ago.”
Tires screeched, and doors slammed, but I didn’t look up.
“Is she okay? She wasn’t hurt, was she?” Lawson demanded.
“No,” Caden said. “We weren’t here. We were at dinner with my family.”
“G,” Nash said quietly, his hand rubbing my back.
I didn’t want to look up. Didn’t want anyone to see me cry.
Another door slammed. “What the hell is going on?” Holt barked.
“We don’t know yet,” Clint explained. “They’re still trying to get the fire under control.”
I swallowed my tears, forcing myself to straighten, but Caden didn’t let me go. He kept one arm wrapped around my shoulders as I turned to face my brothers.
A mixture of worry and anger lined all their faces.
Lawson’s gaze flicked up to the blaze. “Did you leave a curling iron on or something?”
I glared at him. “No. And they all have automatic shutoffs now anyway.”
Caden squeezed my shoulder. “Let’s wait until we hear from the fire chief. He’ll know how this happened.”
A truck peeled down the street, skidding to a stop. Roan jumped out and jogged toward us, panic in his expression. “You’re okay?”
Guilt swamped me at the sight of his pale face. “I’m fine. I wasn’t even here.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “This isn’t a coincidence. Your SUV and then your house?”
Caden’s hold on me tightened as he looked down at me. “You need to tell them.”
Pissed-off energy crackled in the air.
“Tell us what?” Lawson growled.
I swallowed hard. “The other day, I thought someone might’ve broken into my house.”
“What?!” Nash snapped. “Why the hell didn’t you call me?”
“I wasn’t totally sure. The door was open when I got home, and a picture was moved, but I didn’t realize anything was missing until later.”
Caden’s muscles hardened to granite. “You told me nothing was missing.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “I thought it was a prank.”
“What was missing?” Holt gritted out.
I stared at the pavement. “A set of pajamas from my hamper.”
