I'm Yours
Chicago, which of course is the result of mistaken
identity.”
    “Well, I’m not sure the place we chose to
stay is safe. I want you to stay on the phone with Kara while I run
up and get our things out of the room.”
    “No!” Kara protest. “Ian, we can leave the
stuff. Let’s just go. They could be up there waiting for us.”
    “Kara, we can’t afford to keep replacing
things.”
    “Ian, it’s a bunch of clothes from Wal-Mart,
that stupid suitcase full of stuff is not worth your life.”
    “Hand her the phone Ian, let me talk to her.”
Ronan said. “They don’t know you’re there or Quinn would have heard
something. Go get your stuff.”
    “Ronan wants to talk to you,” Ian told her as
he handed her the phone.
    “Ian, please don’t go.”
    She pulled on his sleeve to keep him in the
car. There was such a beseeching look in her beautiful blue eyes.
She refused to take the phone at first, but finally relented. She
didn’t let go of him as she pressed the phone to her ear. After
listening to Ronan for a moment, Kara shook her head. It warmed his
heart that she was so concerned about him. Ian ran the back of his
hand down her cheek.
    “Are you worried about losing me, love?” he
asked quietly.
    “I…”
    “I’ll be right back, Kara. Keep an eye out
and if you see anything suspicious, let Ronan know then hang up and
call the police, OK.”
    It took her a moment, but she finally
swallowed, took a deep breath, and nodded. Ian put on his hat and
sunglasses, even though the sun was beginning to set. He made sure
to take a route to their room where Kara could see him the whole
way. Ian crouched down, pretending to tie his shoe and took his gun
from the ankle holster. He stepped up to their door and stopped to
listen.
    When he didn’t hear any movement within the
room, Ian slid the keycard into the slot and opened the door. He
pointed the gun into the room before entering. He didn’t see
anyone, but he checked the bathroom as well just to be sure. Once
he was sure no one was there, he tossed everything that was theirs
back into the suitcase and zipped the sucker up as fast as he
could.
    The money for the room was gone and that was
bad enough. He’d call in the morning to check out, that way if the
men asked about them with a description, it would tie them up for a
little while at least. Looking out to make sure no one was waiting
for him to leave the room, Ian made a quick exit. He kept his gun
hidden, but in his hand. As he approached the car, he could tell
Kara was yelling at Ronan.
    Quickly, Ian opened the door and threw the
suitcase in the back before slipping back into the driver’s seat.
He could see it was taking a lot of effort for Kara to keep herself
calm. Her nostrils flared in anger as she listened to Ronan. Ian
had seen that look often and it was usually directed straight at
him.
    “He’s back safe. I have to tell you Ronan, I
know you’ve roped Ian into some crazy things in the past, but this
is ridiculous. I know you wanted him to watch your back sometimes,
but I never, not once, thought you would put his life in
danger.”
    “Kara!” Ian said as he wrenched the phone
from her hand. “I’m safe bro,” He said into the phone.
    “She sure is passionate about your safety big
brother.” Ronan chuckled. “I always knew you had a thing for her,
looks like the feeling is mutual.”
    “Then you can just back the fuck off.”
    Ronan was laughing outright now. “I won’t
count this as an interval call, so I’ll chat with you again
in…about an hour and a half.”
    “Sounds good.” Ian said before disconnecting
the call.
    “How come you can tell Ronan to back off, but
I can’t tell him to not get us involved in his mess?”
    “Kara, you were making him feel guilty. It’s
not like he recruited me for this mission. He’s in as much danger
as we are at this point. In fact, he’s in more. Us, we might be a
means to get to Ronan, but they want him dead. Last thing I want is
for him

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