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VICTORY COVE. I know that has you all terribly dismayed!
Megan glanced at the burgundy runner worn to a dark shade of gray at the center of each step. On the landing she could barely distinguish the fine thread of wire pulled taught across the surface. From its strategic position it was likely someone would either step on it, or walk into it.
Would she have enough time if this alarm ever went off? The Glock was at her side and it would be dark, which gave her the advantage.
“If it goes off, I’ll get to it first.” Jake read her mind. “You stay up there, you hear me?” He wasn’t satisfied with her lack of response. “You stay up there till I say it’s safe.”
And if he hurts you? The rogue notion rang loud in her head.
“I mean it, Meg.” Jake’s brow descended. “If that alarm goes off, you call the police. Lock yourself in the bathroom. Do whatever you have to.”
“I can’t call the police.” She pointed out dismally.
“Yes you can. By that point it will be self-defense. Self-preservation.” Jake looked at her with a rare blend of tenderness and determination. “By that time, Gordon will have already found you.”
Basically, what Jake was telling her is that by that time it will already be too late for him. Megan held her hands up over her face. She couldn’t jeopardize his safety like this.
“Jake—”
“Megan.” He volleyed.
Megan was on the verge of verbalizing her crusade, but she mildly pointed out, “You call me Megan.”
Jake rubbed at his jaw, looked away and then looked back at her again. There was turmoil in the dark layers of his eyes. “I don’t know Margaret. I only know you. Give me some time and I’ll get to learn her better.”
VICTORY COVE.