She hastily washed her hair and body, not lingering under the coldness of the shower. Throwing one towel over her hair, she wrapped another around her body and stepped back into the bedroom.

Instant cold assailed her. Even colder than the shower had been. Why was it so damn cold in this bedroom? It wasn’t that cold in the rest of the house.

I’m here.

She stopped breathing. Went utterly still as goose bumps popped out over her flesh and raced along the surface until every hair on her body was on its end. She shook her head. No. She wouldn’t allow him to unnerve her.

Still, she hurriedly pulled her clothing on and scrubbed at her damp hair. Tossing the towel to the floor, she all but fled from the room.

The moment she stepped into the hallway, warmth embraced her. She inhaled sharply, sucking in the much warmer air. She quickly put as much distance between her and that awful room as possible. She slowed halfway down the stairs and forced herself to at least appear calm even if her insides were a seething mass of nerves.

She hadn’t paid much attention to the downstairs tour yesterday. The only thing she could remember with any clarity was the room where all the security monitors were housed. That one she remembered down to the smallest detail.

Knowing the living room was on her right, she veered left at the bottom of the stairs and took the hallway past the security room, the safe room and finally arrived at the kitchen. When she hesitantly entered the doorway, Tori looked up from where she was sitting at the island and anger burned in her gaze.

Without a word, Tori shot upward, knocking over her glass, and she stalked away, leaving Caleb standing there, his features drawn, his eyes haunted.

“She doesn’t want me here,” Ramie said unnecessarily.

Caleb turned, his gaze not quite meeting hers. “No,” he said quietly. “She doesn’t.”

“You argued over me. My being here.”

Again her words were completely unnecessary. But still, she spoke them aloud if only to get Caleb to realize the ramifications of her presence. She couldn’t stay here. He couldn’t choose a promise to her over his family. No one should ever have to make such a choice.

He simply nodded, confirming her assessment.

“I’ll go then,” Ramie said simply.

“No!” Caleb barked out, his expression growing black. “You are not going anywhere. It’s not even an option.”

She blinked at his vehemence. “I was hungry,” she said in a low voice, her attempt at changing the focus of the conversation.

“Of course you are. I’m sorry. I should have had something sent up to you. You shouldn’t have to come downstairs to . . . ​this,” he said, gesturing in the direction his sister had departed.

The grief in his eyes was too much for her to bear. She closed the distance between them and took his hands in hers, looking into his eyes.

“It isn’t your fault, Caleb. You can’t blame yourself for this. For her. For me. Any of it. And you shouldn’t have to choose between a stranger and your sister.”

His eyes suddenly blazed, his fury bursting through her mind. It was so scorching that she instantly dropped his hands to break the connection between them.

“You are not a stranger,” he said savagely. “You aren’t nobody, Ramie. You’re somebody. You’re important. To me. You’re important. So stop telling me what I can and can’t choose. Stop telling me what to feel.”

“I’m not . . . ​I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

She turned away, her heart beating so rapidly in her chest that it was a dull roar in her ears, her pulse. She had no idea what to say, how to respond to what he’d said.

“That’s it?” he demanded. “You apologize . . . ​for what, Ramie? What exactly are you sorry for? Sorry that I care? Sorry that you aren’t dead? What are you apologizing for, or do you even know?”

She turned back, going still, her hand resting on the back of the bar stool. “I don’t know,” she said honestly. “I don’t know the answers to any of it. I’m not trying to make you angry, Caleb. God knows I’m grateful—”

He lifted his hand and pushed it outward as if outright rejecting her words. “I don’t want your f**king gratitude. Just save it. Nor do I want you to keep offering goddamn apologies left and right.”

“Then what do you want?” she burst out. “What do you want? Because I don’t know and I’m not good at playing mind games or guessing games for that matter.”

He was suddenly right in front of her again, heat radiating from him in waves. His jaw was tightly clenched, his features as hard as stone. And he was pissed.

“You don’t get it, do you?”

“What? What don’t I get?” she yelled at him. “What is it that I’m supposed to be getting? Because I don’t know! All I know is that I’m bringing more pain and suffering to a family who has already experienced way too much.”

She broke off as a sob welled up in her chest, constricting her throat before spilling out, ugly and guttural. Her shoulders heaved and she covered her face with her hands.

Caleb sighed and then suddenly she was in his arms. She buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist, holding on as if he were the only anchor in a vicious storm.

“What don’t I get?” she whispered against his shirt. “Because it seems to me I get exactly what the situation is.”

He grasped her shoulders and pulled her away so they were looking each other in the eyes.