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.” He curled his lip like he was disgusted with
himself.
    “Just because you’re not actively traveling
doesn’t mean you’re safer,” Remy pointed out. “There won’t be as
many of you here to guard the house and the baby, only you and
Isaac. That means your resources and your ability to watch for
danger are going to be really limited. Personally, I’d rather go
out on the road, cause I think you’ve got the worst of the jobs,
protecting Olivia while trying to keep the three of you alive.”
    Derek snorted. “Nice try, Remy,” he said.
“I’m afraid that just sounds like a load of horseshit.”
    Remy fought to not crack a grin, and she
shrugged with one shoulder. “Can’t fault a girl for trying, can
you?”
    Derek chuckled. “No, I don’t suppose I
can.”

Chapter 10
     
    The
following week passed in a flurry of activity, more than Cade had
participated in in months. She’d bent to the task without
complaint, despite the pain she felt in her back, hips, and legs.
She pushed on past the ache, making lists of supplies and gathering
what she could. On the eve of their departure, she stood in the
master bedroom, packing what little she had left. The pile of
personal objects on her bed was smaller than it had ever been, most
of what she’d started out with long gone, and she thought wistfully
on the closet and dresser full of clothes she’d had back home
before everything had fallen apart. With a sigh, she started
rolling and stuffing her few articles of clothing into her
backpack. All of it fit inside with plenty of room to spare.
    “At least I’ll have room for extra ammo,” she
muttered, turning her attention to the equally sparse weaponry on
the scratched dresser near the bed. The lack of guns and ammunition
there was enough to make her heart sink to her knees. How was she
going to track Brandt down, charge into wherever he was being held,
and save him from an entire, well-equipped military unit with one
pistol, a knife, and her rifle?
    “We are so fucked,” she said. It was a
struggle to keep despair from settling over her at the admission,
and she swallowed the lump trying to rise in her throat. Her throat
felt raw from grief and worry, and she looked around for a bottle
of water to soothe the ache, even as the despondency settled
further over her, trying to push her into a downward spiral she
wouldn’t be able to pull out of.
    “What’s the point in this?” she murmured.
Giving up her search for a bottle of water, she stepped away from
the bed to look out the window. The sun was starting to break over
the horizon, spilling the faintest blue light over the few houses
nearby and pouring like liquid over the pavement, running toward
the house they were bunked in. The ambulance they’d used to escape
the impending inferno that was to engulf Woodside was parked at the
curb, the windows glazed over with nighttime condensation. Cade
pressed a hand against the glass, which was cool from the air of
early fall, and closed her eyes.
    “The world is too big,” she whispered. “I
don’t even know where to start looking for you.”
    Brandt, of course, didn’t answer. Cade’s
heart broke in the silence.
    Olivia made a soft whimpering sound, and Cade
turned away from the window to tend to her. She spotted a dark form
in her bedroom doorway, and she stopped short, sucking in a
startled breath. Her fingers twitched toward her hip to grab for a
pistol that wasn’t there. She caught the movement and curled her
hand into a fist, ready to go on the attack. “Who’s there?” she
snarled.
    “Just me,” Dominic said. Cade’s shoulders
sagged in relief, and she loosened her stance, uncurling her
fingers from her tight fist. “I thought I’d come check in on you,
see if you needed anything.”
    “You could have knocked,” Cade said, trying
her best to keep the annoyance out of her voice. She headed for the
bed to tend to Olivia.
    “I didn’t want to wake you up if you were
asleep,” Dominic said.