Finish the Course (The Barnes Family Book 1)

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lieutenant directed them to their rooms. Slater walked into Anna’s and dropped her bag, then proceeded to check the windows, the closet and the bathroom.
    “Is he always this suspicious?” the lieutenant questioned her quietly.
    She whispered back, “He’s still alive.”
    The lieutenant must have realized he wasn’t necessary or wanted.
    “The general will see you at oh nine hundred hours. There is a coffee shop between here and there,” he handed Slater some cash. “I wasn’t sure if you had any since your wallet was confiscated at Andrews.”
    Slater thanked the man and watched him leave.
    He looked back at Anna, “Will you be able to sleep?”
    “Like a baby.”
    He slipped past her, “I haven’t had much experience with those, but from what I’ve heard, they tend to stay up all night.”
    She laughed and reached for her knob.
    He stood in the hall, “Call me if you need me.”
                  “Thanks, Reed,” she closed the door, knowing he was going to check it before he went into his own room.
                  She opened her bag and pulled out a pair of shorts and a clean t-shirt. She would have preferred a shower, but she couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t get the bandages wet.
                  She climbed into the bath, leaving her injured leg out of the tub. Thank goodness the open side of the tub coincided with her left sided injury. She dunked her hair in the warm water and then sat up to scrub the shampoo through the lengths. She heard her phone ring, but she figured it was her dad checking up on her, and she would call him back after she got out.
                  She lowered her head into the water to rinse the suds from her hair. The water felt so good, she lay still, occasionally turning on the hot water to keep the temperature pleasant.
                  She was telling herself she should sit up and get ready for bed when she heard a pounding on the door.
                  Not the door of her room – the door to the bathroom.
                  She wished she had brought the pistol into the bathroom with her. She leaned forward to grab a towel and tried to stand up, but it wasn’t easy on one leg. She slipped back into the water with a splash. She swore softly.
                  The door knob turned.
    Her heart stopped as she pulled the towel to her chest and put her foot in the water, no longer caring about getting her bandages wet. She stood up and stepped from the tub.
    “Barnes?”
    Anna gave a yelp of surprise at the sound of Reed’s voice.
    “You okay?”
    She wrapped the towel snuggly around herself and threw the door open, “Yes,” she snapped, “I’m fine. Or I was until you broke into my room.”
    “I apologize,” he seemed to be having a difficult times getting the words out. “You – you didn’t answer your phone.
    Slater spun around and faced the opposite wall.
    Anna would have found it amusing if she hadn’t been recovering from a near heart attack.
    “How do you know I didn’t just shut it off?”
    He was now looking at his feet, “I could hear it through the wall.”
    She sighed, “And what was so important that you had to tell me?”
    He started to turn back to answer, apparently remembered her attire and dropped his eyes to his feet again.
    “I wanted to make sure you fastened the chain.”
    Anna took pity on him, “Can you hold on a sec, Reed?”
    He nodded. She closed the door and put her shorts and t-shirt, wishing she had brought a sweatshirt in with her. It couldn’t be helped now. She wrapped a towel around her hair and opened the door.
    “So,” she came out and faced him, “you wanted to make sure nobody could break into my room, so you did it yourself, and then what?”
    “You didn’t answer my knock on the door, then I heard the tub running, and I was about to leave, but then I was afraid you might have fallen asleep in the tub. I knocked on the bathroom

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