Chapter 13

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” I say, voice breathy and hesitant. I wouldn’t scare a mouse in my state. My gaze flits between the intruder and the door.

Can I make a run for it?

My heart is galloping in my chest, and I shake my head, trying to clear it and make sure I’m properly awake, but he’s still there. He’s real, not a figment of my imagination.

As I look closer at the man, who’s not saying anything, just sitting there as though he’s trying to be as unthreatening as possible, I realize he’s vaguely familiar.

I definitelyrecognize the Bob Dylan T-shirt he’s wearing. “Are you wearing my clothes?”

He nods, making his huge white-blond curls bounce around his head. The tip of his nose twitches and his forget-me-not-colored eyes are big and guarded.

It’s the eyes that does it.

“Wait! You’re that guy. The one the Nymans were here looking for.” I bite my lip as I search my brain for the name of the missing man. “Mattis?”

“Yes.”