“I’ll stay, but no talking.” I step past him and out into the hallway.
“Nope. That doesn’t work for me.”
I shiver. “Why isn’t the heat coming on?” I check the heater vent, and it is on.
“It’s going to take a while to heat this place up,” he says.
I grab my blanket and wrap it around myself.
His phone rings, and he answers it. I sit down, trying to figure out how I got into this mess and how I can get out of it.
“You’re sure?” he asks. “Thanks for the heads up.”
He appears upset. “What’s wrong?”
“Trip ran Bob’s credit card, and he last used it to gas up about thirty minutes from here. I’m pretty sure he’s going to your cabin.”
“I’m not there.”
“But your car is on the road. And with the fire going, he will likely see the smoke coming from the chimney and ambush us here.”
I jump up. “I’ll move my car.”
“There’s no time. We need to go.” He fills a pan with water and then tosses it on the fire, causing the room to fill with smoke. “Grab your suitcase. We need to leave now.”
It takes us two minutes at most to grab our stuff and get into his car. We’re driving down the road when we spot another car.
“Get down out of sight,” he instructs.
I duck down. The car passes us.
“That was Bob,” he says. “You can sit up.”
I do and look back to see the back of the car and the stuffed giraffe in the back window. It is Bob’s car. He’s looking for me.
“He knows I was in his warehouse that day.”
“Well, now we know for certain you were the target.”
My boss—and the man I once considered a friend—tried to kill me. I’m shaking as it sinks in. It’s a miracle I’m still alive. But can I remain alive? Because clearly, Bob is looking for me.
CHAPTER 12
Axel
I can’t help but wonder what the hell I’ve gotten myself into as I stare across the room at Savvy, who is curled up on the couch in a blanket, sleeping. While I was assigned to protect her, I have to wonder if perhaps Durango should be here instead of me. On the way to Lightning’s cabin, we stopped to get food at a grocery store. She literally argued with me about every item I picked up. She wanted frozen meals, and I bought ingredients with the intent of cooking.
Yeah, I get it. Cooking chili might seem insane when we’re hiding out, but we need normal.
The cabin has a fantastic kitchen, and there is no way Bob will find us here. And frankly, I’m hungry and ready for my homemade chili. It’s tasty and lasts for days.
But what really bothers me is that I enjoyed the arguing. I like that Savvy has strong opinions and knows what she likes. And it doesn’t hurt that when she puts her handson her hips and tries to glare at me, it comes across as the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Okay, I need to stop thinking like that. I step back into the kitchen and turn my attention back to the pot on the stove where the chili is simmering. The place smells great, and my stomach is growling. Soon, we will eat, and she will see it was worth it.
“Hey,” Savvy says as she stretches and then yawns.
“In the kitchen,” I say.
