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Authors: Michele Callahan
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would be a national scandal.
“Luke!” Her panic laced whisper caught his attention and Luke sprang to his feet.
“What?”
“Someone’s still here.” She jerked her head in the direction of the hallway.
“Give me your gun.” He closed the distance and pushed her behind him. Shock widened her eyes and made him smile, despite the dire situation. “Relax. I’m not an idiot either.”
Without hesitation, she grabbed the gun from her ankle holster, but refused to give it to him. “I’m an expert marksman. Are you?”
“I’m not bad.” He was an excellent shot, but he didn't want to leave her unprotected. Her raised eyebrows told him she wasn’t buying it. She handled the gun with such ease it seemed like a natural extension of her hand. Better to keep her safe. If he had to take someone out, he'd have to do it the old-fashioned way...with his bare hands.
“You think my mother would send me off into the big bad universe with no training at all? I could kick your ass right now or shoot you from a block away. My fingerprints aren’t on any government database, either.”
The woman had a point about the fingerprints. Then she darted past him into the hallway, and disappeared into thin air. “Damn it.”
“Come on.” Her voice was drifting toward the staircase just a few feet away. “He’s downstairs. Let’s see if we can get this guy and get the hell out of here.”
Who could argue with that logic? When he reached the staircase a blinking red light caught his eye. Seconds later a steady beeping filled the house. “Alexa, he tripped the alarm.” Motion detectors he’d paid no attention to suddenly blinked down on them with evil red eyes from every corner as if they knew their master was dead. “We gotta get out of here. Now!”
Neither spoke while they raced from the house. Alexa watched him wipe her fingerprints off of the back door handle, and then followed behind him like a shade, darting from shadow to shadow, sprinting back to his Cherokee.
Next to him, Alexa flinched when the engine’s roar was a thunderclap on the silent street. Luke pulled away from the curb, turned the Jeep around, and headed home. When they were a safe distance from Trent’s house, Alexa stirred on the seat beside him. “That went well.”
“We’re not dead, yet, angel.” Not the most comforting words, but the truth. “We know where he’s going with it, and I have friends who can help us.”
Strain was lining her forehead and draining the color from her already pale face. Leaning her head back against the headrest she closed her eyes. “We’ve got less than twenty-four hours.”
Chapter Six
Alexa knew Luke would disapprove. She wasn’t in the mood to argue with him about it so she sat across from him inside the car with her mouth shut and counted the minutes. This was her mission. Her only reason for existence. If that meant she had six-inch knives strapped to both thighs and her 9mm handgun on her ankle, so be it. If she had to shoot a few people at the party to make sure no one walked out of there infected with M-6, then, so help her God, she was going to do it.
That included herself and Luke. She’d never been much for praying, but if she were forced to kill a man in cold blood to save the world, and then rot in prison on this planet for the rest of her life, she was going to need all the help she could get when it was time to pull the trigger.
The car stopped and their driver opened the door for her. As much as she hated herself for it, she fled the confined space and Luke’s knowing gaze like a panicked rabbit would flee a fox.
“You look beautiful.” Luke stepped out of the rented limousine behind her onto the sidewalk in front of the Frost Bank Tower and lightly caressed her arm. He looked drop-dead gorgeous in his tuxedo. No pun intended. “The dress is perfect.”
“Thank you.” What was the use in playing coy? She knew she looked good. But last time she’d checked, being
“Luke!” Her panic laced whisper caught his attention and Luke sprang to his feet.
“What?”
“Someone’s still here.” She jerked her head in the direction of the hallway.
“Give me your gun.” He closed the distance and pushed her behind him. Shock widened her eyes and made him smile, despite the dire situation. “Relax. I’m not an idiot either.”
Without hesitation, she grabbed the gun from her ankle holster, but refused to give it to him. “I’m an expert marksman. Are you?”
“I’m not bad.” He was an excellent shot, but he didn't want to leave her unprotected. Her raised eyebrows told him she wasn’t buying it. She handled the gun with such ease it seemed like a natural extension of her hand. Better to keep her safe. If he had to take someone out, he'd have to do it the old-fashioned way...with his bare hands.
“You think my mother would send me off into the big bad universe with no training at all? I could kick your ass right now or shoot you from a block away. My fingerprints aren’t on any government database, either.”
The woman had a point about the fingerprints. Then she darted past him into the hallway, and disappeared into thin air. “Damn it.”
“Come on.” Her voice was drifting toward the staircase just a few feet away. “He’s downstairs. Let’s see if we can get this guy and get the hell out of here.”
Who could argue with that logic? When he reached the staircase a blinking red light caught his eye. Seconds later a steady beeping filled the house. “Alexa, he tripped the alarm.” Motion detectors he’d paid no attention to suddenly blinked down on them with evil red eyes from every corner as if they knew their master was dead. “We gotta get out of here. Now!”
Neither spoke while they raced from the house. Alexa watched him wipe her fingerprints off of the back door handle, and then followed behind him like a shade, darting from shadow to shadow, sprinting back to his Cherokee.
Next to him, Alexa flinched when the engine’s roar was a thunderclap on the silent street. Luke pulled away from the curb, turned the Jeep around, and headed home. When they were a safe distance from Trent’s house, Alexa stirred on the seat beside him. “That went well.”
“We’re not dead, yet, angel.” Not the most comforting words, but the truth. “We know where he’s going with it, and I have friends who can help us.”
Strain was lining her forehead and draining the color from her already pale face. Leaning her head back against the headrest she closed her eyes. “We’ve got less than twenty-four hours.”
Chapter Six
Alexa knew Luke would disapprove. She wasn’t in the mood to argue with him about it so she sat across from him inside the car with her mouth shut and counted the minutes. This was her mission. Her only reason for existence. If that meant she had six-inch knives strapped to both thighs and her 9mm handgun on her ankle, so be it. If she had to shoot a few people at the party to make sure no one walked out of there infected with M-6, then, so help her God, she was going to do it.
That included herself and Luke. She’d never been much for praying, but if she were forced to kill a man in cold blood to save the world, and then rot in prison on this planet for the rest of her life, she was going to need all the help she could get when it was time to pull the trigger.
The car stopped and their driver opened the door for her. As much as she hated herself for it, she fled the confined space and Luke’s knowing gaze like a panicked rabbit would flee a fox.
“You look beautiful.” Luke stepped out of the rented limousine behind her onto the sidewalk in front of the Frost Bank Tower and lightly caressed her arm. He looked drop-dead gorgeous in his tuxedo. No pun intended. “The dress is perfect.”
“Thank you.” What was the use in playing coy? She knew she looked good. But last time she’d checked, being
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