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jeans, then inspected the sheets and bedcovers before climbing into them. Devon was checking his weapon and didn’t take anything off before settling down next to me.
“Aren’t you going to take off your shoes?” I asked, bewildered. But he shook his head.
“If I need to move quickly, I don’t want to take the time to put them on. Better to be prepared.”
Well, that sounded alarming.
“Should I put my shoes on, too?” I asked.
“No, darling.” He drew me into his arms and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You sleep and don’t worry.”
His arms were strong, the muscles hard, and it made me feel safe. His weapon was underneath his pillow and his right hand lay within easy reach of it. I relaxed, my body molding itself to his, and closed my eyes.
I woke with a jerk, gasping as Devon bounded out of bed. In seconds he was at the door, and before I could utter a word or ask a question, he was outside.
Confused and trying to clear the cobwebs of sleep from my brain, it took me a moment to get to my feet and follow him. That’s when I saw the headlights outside, burning bright enough to blind me.
Devon was going somewhere without me?
But no, he was there, and the car . . . someone was stealing it.
Gunshots made me jump, my heart climbing into my throat. I couldn’t see, couldn’t tell what was going on, but then the car was tearing out of the lot, gravel spewing from behind its wheels, and Devon was firing more shots. I heard glass breaking, but then the car was gone, the taillights a dim red disappearing down the road.
I stood in the sudden silence, still trying to wrap my foggy brain around what had just happened. Someone had stolen our car and Devon . . .
I looked around, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, and saw him. He was standing about ten yards away, arms at his sides and hand still grasping his gun.
“Devon?” I asked, my voice cautious. “What . . .what’s going on?”
He turned back to me. “Ivy,” he said, “do get back inside. I don’t think there are more of them, but you’re an open target, standing there like that.”
I hesitated for a second, then stepped back into the dark room. Hurrying to the bed, I pulled on my pants and was tying my shoelaces when he came back inside.
“So someone just stole our car?” I asked.
“It appears so.” His voice was grim.
“That’s so . . . random,” I said. “I mean, we’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“Exactly.”
I hesitated, trying to decipher what he was thinking. “What does that mean?”
“It means I don’t think it was random.”
Alarm shot through me. “You think they found us?” The thought of going back into that facility to be poked and prodded, separated forever from Devon, made me physically ill.
But Devon shook his head. “If it had been Vega or the FBI, they wouldn’t have left us and taken the car. No, I think we’re dealing with a different element here.” He removed a box of bullets from the duffel and reloaded his gun. I was really glad he hadn’t left the bag in the car.
“So what are we going to do?”
He rammed the full magazine home and I started at the sound.
“I’m going to get it back.”
He headed out the door again and I jumped to my feet, following him. He turned around, but I spoke first.
“Don’t even think that you’re leaving me behind in this creepy motel by myself,” I said. “No way.”
My stubborn insistence softened the hard expression on his face. “I keep forgetting you’re not one to sit idly by and wait for life to suit you,” he said, taking my hand with his free one. “All right. You can come, but you must do as I say. Agreed?”
“Agreed.” Unless he told me to leave him and save myself or something dumb like that, of course.
The office door was unlocked when Devon pushed it open, a rusted bell announcing our presence. No one was behind the counter and it was quiet, the only sound that of the buzzing fluorescent lights overhead.
Devon’s
“Aren’t you going to take off your shoes?” I asked, bewildered. But he shook his head.
“If I need to move quickly, I don’t want to take the time to put them on. Better to be prepared.”
Well, that sounded alarming.
“Should I put my shoes on, too?” I asked.
“No, darling.” He drew me into his arms and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You sleep and don’t worry.”
His arms were strong, the muscles hard, and it made me feel safe. His weapon was underneath his pillow and his right hand lay within easy reach of it. I relaxed, my body molding itself to his, and closed my eyes.
I woke with a jerk, gasping as Devon bounded out of bed. In seconds he was at the door, and before I could utter a word or ask a question, he was outside.
Confused and trying to clear the cobwebs of sleep from my brain, it took me a moment to get to my feet and follow him. That’s when I saw the headlights outside, burning bright enough to blind me.
Devon was going somewhere without me?
But no, he was there, and the car . . . someone was stealing it.
Gunshots made me jump, my heart climbing into my throat. I couldn’t see, couldn’t tell what was going on, but then the car was tearing out of the lot, gravel spewing from behind its wheels, and Devon was firing more shots. I heard glass breaking, but then the car was gone, the taillights a dim red disappearing down the road.
I stood in the sudden silence, still trying to wrap my foggy brain around what had just happened. Someone had stolen our car and Devon . . .
I looked around, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, and saw him. He was standing about ten yards away, arms at his sides and hand still grasping his gun.
“Devon?” I asked, my voice cautious. “What . . .what’s going on?”
He turned back to me. “Ivy,” he said, “do get back inside. I don’t think there are more of them, but you’re an open target, standing there like that.”
I hesitated for a second, then stepped back into the dark room. Hurrying to the bed, I pulled on my pants and was tying my shoelaces when he came back inside.
“So someone just stole our car?” I asked.
“It appears so.” His voice was grim.
“That’s so . . . random,” I said. “I mean, we’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“Exactly.”
I hesitated, trying to decipher what he was thinking. “What does that mean?”
“It means I don’t think it was random.”
Alarm shot through me. “You think they found us?” The thought of going back into that facility to be poked and prodded, separated forever from Devon, made me physically ill.
But Devon shook his head. “If it had been Vega or the FBI, they wouldn’t have left us and taken the car. No, I think we’re dealing with a different element here.” He removed a box of bullets from the duffel and reloaded his gun. I was really glad he hadn’t left the bag in the car.
“So what are we going to do?”
He rammed the full magazine home and I started at the sound.
“I’m going to get it back.”
He headed out the door again and I jumped to my feet, following him. He turned around, but I spoke first.
“Don’t even think that you’re leaving me behind in this creepy motel by myself,” I said. “No way.”
My stubborn insistence softened the hard expression on his face. “I keep forgetting you’re not one to sit idly by and wait for life to suit you,” he said, taking my hand with his free one. “All right. You can come, but you must do as I say. Agreed?”
“Agreed.” Unless he told me to leave him and save myself or something dumb like that, of course.
The office door was unlocked when Devon pushed it open, a rusted bell announcing our presence. No one was behind the counter and it was quiet, the only sound that of the buzzing fluorescent lights overhead.
Devon’s
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