She didn’t flinch. She turned to him, her expression eerily serene. “You smell like sandalwood and rain. I’ve been trying to find a candle that matches it.”

She heard him stop behind her. “You can see that?”

And that’s when he knew he had to run.

“Get out of my closet.” His voice was quiet, but hard. “Why are you here?”

Tatum’s hand tightened around her mug. “That’s awful, baby. I hope you find it.”