Months. I hadn’t thought of that. Bob could be free for months. And while he must know by now that Savvy’s testimony isn’t the only evidence against him, does he blame her? Is he a vengeful guy? Because, as much as I want to, there is no way Reed is going to let me protect her for months. But I’ll be damned if I’ll let her be vulnerable while Bob is loose.
“We will take it one day at a time. I won’t let him hurt you.”
CHAPTER 21
Savvy
Despite our talk last night, it’s been a bit awkward between us. I’ll admit that might be my fault. When he showed me the guest room, I asked him if he was sleeping in the same room. I really wasn’t thinking of sharing the same bed. Last time he protected me, he insisted on being in the same room.
He said no and showed me where he would be. Then we parted ways until this morning. Now I’m making us egg salad sandwiches while Hunter is trying to find out when Bob’s trial is scheduled. The courts can take a while. It’s hard to accept that Bob will be free for the duration of his entire trial. I keep telling myself that if he doesn’t come after me in the next couple of days, he likely won’t. But deep down, I don’t believe that.
Hunter steps into the kitchen. “I’ve got good news and bad news.”
I turn around and lean against the counter. “Good first.”
He nods. “Bob has agreed to a plea deal. He’ll be sentenced in two weeks, and it will include jail time.”
My body relaxes. “That’s great news. Then I won’t have to keep looking over my shoulder.”
He winces. “You might want to hear the bad news before you celebrate.”
I grip the counter behind me, knowing I won’t like this. “Go ahead.”
“The FBI is releasing Bennett later today. He got an attorney who convinced a judge he was entrapped. Stevens is taking the process slow to give us time.”
“Time?”
He nods. “Since Bennett knows my house, we need to leave.”
We already had to run from here once because of that man. At least this time, we can leave before he arrives.
“How much time do we have?” I ask as I turn back around and finish spreading egg salad on the bread.
“A couple of hours at most.”
Grabbing the plates, I turn and bring them to the table.
“Myers mentioned Bennett’s boss might try to kill him. Do you think that will happen?” I ask.
“Hopefully,” Hunter says. He takes the plate from me. “Thank you.”
“And you could live with that? Letting him get killed?” I ask.
He has the sandwich almost to his mouth. “Better him than you. Besides, Bennett isn’t a good guy.”
“Yes, but could you live with that?”
“I’ve lived with worse. In combat. No, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Oh.” I’m not sure how I feel about this.
On the one hand, I don’t want Bennett out on the streets. But do I want him dead? And Hunter seems to have no problem with the idea of people dying. Well, that’s an overstatement. He did say Bennett isn’t a good guy. This is what Hunter was trained to do—take out the bad guys. Was trained. Is this what he does now?
I shift in my seat as I think of how to ask. “Are you ever asked to kill someone on your work assignments?”
He sets his sandwich down. “No. But people do get killed sometimes.”
“Are you ever in danger?”
