Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 154925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“I assure you it’s probably already been fitted with a tracker. And that’s the best-case scenario.” He eased to one side, letting her move from under him.
Her head turned and her eyes were wide. “You don’t think they’d blow up Tiny, do you?”
It would be the smallest bomb anyone had ever made. That freaking car of hers. He’d always meant to buy something they could both comfortably fit in. Not that he would replace hers. She loved that environmentally conscious teeny monstrosity. “We have to leave everything, Mae. I’m making a call and then I’m dumping my cell. You do the same, and make sure West doesn’t have anything on him that they could follow.”
“You mean like the tracker in your arm that somehow got blown all the way from Malibu into LA before it died?”
Fuck. He should have known she would find out about that. Hutch hadn’t been able to tell if she’d been on the system during the time he’d completely forgotten that his uncle had implanted a device in his bicep. “Yes. Like that.”
“I don’t have one yet. I’m supposed to go in next week,” West said quietly. “She can’t find me that way. A little bit more, darlin’, and then you get behind me. There’s a pistol in my boot. You take it.”
He hated West Rycroft. He’d played nice once he’d realized how pissed off MaeBe was, but he hated how that man talked to Mae. Like they were friends when he knew damn well that wasn’t what was going through that cowboy’s head.
Her head. God, that had been a kick in the gut. She’d always worn her hair with vibrant colors. In the time he’d known her she’d had purple and pink hair, and she’d been talking about going Little Mermaid red in honor of their upcoming trip to Disney. It was brown now. It was pretty, but it wasn’t Mae. It wasn’t his vivacious, bright woman, the one who smiled and the world seemed to light up.
She hadn’t smiled at him once.
“She’s safely back,” West said. “Do you want me to take her out of here?”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Kyle moved quickly, backing up like he knew the place by heart. Which he did. He’d planned on living here once. He’d basically spent all his time here with her. He’d been an idiot because he’d wasted all that time he could have spent in her bed, and then they likely wouldn’t be in the situation they were in.
He made it to the hallway wall where West and MaeBe were huddled together. She had a small pistol in her hand, and West that Glock he’d gotten hold of so easily. The young man needed way more training.
Kyle quickly slid his cell out of his pocket and sent a single text. He’d programmed it in with the full belief that he wouldn’t need it because everything was going to be okay. He’d known that MaeBe would cry and she would be angry with him and she would also trust him. They were meant to be.
She would go with him to the safe house he’d found for them, and after spending a night together she would get on the plane for Loa Mali in the morning with the full knowledge that it would only be a few more weeks before they could be together forever.
It was obvious he’d made a miscalculation.
Things had not gone as well as he’d hoped, and Drake was going to give him such hell.
He was going to have to take that lecture because he couldn’t get Mae to the safe house without him.
“Drake will meet us downstairs.” He reached for the gun at the small of his back. He hadn’t expected he would need to use it. He’d been so careful. When he’d left, he hadn’t even told Drake what he was doing or where he was going until he’d ensured that he was safely in Dallas.
This wasn’t about him. No one had followed him.
They’d followed MaeBe, and he would bet a lot they’d followed her because of her reckless investigation. He’d walked away to get her out of his war with Julia, and she’d gone right back on the battlefield and waved a damn flag.
They would be talking about that later. For now, he wanted to get her safely out of the building because he was certain that sniper wasn’t Julia’s only soldier on the field.
They would likely face a fight getting out of here. What he needed was some chaos.
He wouldn’t call the cops, but he could call someone else, and he’d come prepared. He opened the door to the small closet where Mae kept her coats and sweaters. He’d slid his bag in here earlier knowing it was warm outside and she wouldn’t be opening that door when she’d come home. He shrugged the bag over his shoulders and pulled out a small device that would give him some cover.