party?” Olivia asked from behind him.
As he picked her up, Gage realized how much he’d come to care about his nieces. “I’m sorry, pumpkin, I don’t have time right now. Your mommy and I are going on a short trip.”
The look on her face pierced his heart. “You won’t go anyway forever like Daddy, will you?”
“No. We’ll be back in a few days. I promise,” Gage reassured emphatically.
“You’re not like Daddy. I know you’ll stay and take care us because we don’t have a daddy. You’ll make mommy happy so she doesn’t cry all the time. You love us, don’t you Uncle Gage?” Olivia questioned as she wrapped her little arms around his neck.
Before he could answer, a tiny voice belted out. “Kynwee tuwn, Daddy!”
Standing at his feet was nothing short of a little firecracker known as Makynlee Hennessey. Gage reached down and lifted her in his other arm. “It isn’t possible to forget about you, muffin. Give me a giant hug like your sister.” The tiny cherub went one step further giving him a loud kiss on the cheek to accompany the hug. “Kynwee love Daddy.”
“I love both of you,” he blurted out without thinking.
“You love Mommy and Sadie, right Uncle Gage,” Ollie asked with concern in her eyes.
“Yes. I love Sadie and Mommy, too,” Gage answered honestly. Unbeknownst to him, Brooklyn had walked up behind him carrying Sadie in her arms.
“Famwee hug,” Makynlee shouted.
Brooklyn stepped beside him and wrapped her free arm around the girls, then leaned into Gage’s side. One at a time, Gage kissed the top of each girl’s head, including Brooklyn’s.
Once all the goodbyes were said, the couple pulled away from the curb with a toot of the horn. Their next stop was Brook’s home where he’d help her pack enough items to last a couple of days.
By eleven thirty, they drove up in front of his small cabin by the lake. It had been years since he was last here. Daniel regularly made the trip out to check on everything. While it had never been much to look at, it had even deteriorated more than he expected. The wood siding was marked with years of decay. The corrugated tin roof was hidden under a thick layer of rust. The overgrown forest greenery practically camouflaged the outside of the cabin. He could only hope the inside was in better condition.
He walked around the truck and opened the passenger door. “It’s not much to look at but it’s a good place to hide out until I’m fully prepared for their next attack.” He reached in the bed of the truck and lifted one of many bags they’d packed. Taking her hand, they approached the cabin. “Be careful, baby. The dry rot on these steps looks dangerous. I don’t want you to fall through.”
The inside of the shack was sparse but clean. There was a small kitchen table, a couch, and a bed and that’s about all that would fit.
“How long do we plan to stay here?” Brooklyn quietly asked.
“Only a couple of days at the most. It’s not the Ritz but we’ll survive,” he replied with a hearty laugh. “All of the broken windows should be boarded up at your house by then. I’m also waiting for an important delivery to arrive that will help even the odds.”
Gage set down the bag he was carrying. “I’ll get the rest of the gear while you unpack your suitcase,” he announced over his shoulder before he made quick work of the other seven bags. He knelt down and unzipped the first. “This one has surveillance equipment,” he explained as he unzipped another one. “This one has ammunition. That one over there has a high powered riffle.”
She lifted her hands up in the air. “Stop right there. Why do you even have so many guns?”
“I’m preparing for the impending attack,” Gage answered, never breaking eye contact.
“No. Marie and Daniel can’t lose another son. I can’t bear to lose another man I love,” Brooklyn
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