was nothing else he’d like to take with them.
Sam waited in his bare living room, looking worried. She had changed out of her costume and now wore jeans and a long-sleeve shirt.
“Do you think everyone’s okay?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” He honestly had no idea.
They had made a narrow escape and only made it to the next door neighbor’s back yard when all hell broke loose. After making their way down from Brooke’s bedroom window, they’d run like crazy, weaving through backyards and avoiding angry dogs. Throughout their trek, Greg’s hand stayed tight around Sam’s wrist, especially as her sexy devil outfit elicited catcalls from a few jackasses they encountered along the way. They ran until they made it to his apartment, which, thankfully, was only two miles away from Brooke’s house. With the commotion taking place in the front yard, he hadn’t dared go for Sam’s car.
To date, this had been the lamest warning his Keeper instincts had ever given him. Normally, he had more notice and time to get Sam out of harm’s way. But tonight, his mind had been otherwise occupied, which was unforgivable. His carelessness could have cost Sam her life.
Stupid fool! He chided himself again. He’d been doing it for the last twenty minutes.
“Do you have everything?” he asked.
Sam nodded absently. Her mind was elsewhere. He could tell.
“I need to call Brooke,” she said, fumbling for her cell phone.
“You can call her once we get on the road.” He headed out the door.
They had been waiting for this to happen, had packed their bags a while back. Now the time had come, but their preparations hadn’t made them feel any better about leaving.
When they reached the car, Sam climbed in the passenger seat and punched a number in her cell. She slammed the door shut as Greg threw the bags into the trunk. Walking to the driver side door, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, opening his mind and letting his instincts take over. Danger still lingered nearby, but he was now a few steps ahead of it. He wouldn’t mind staying and taking care of the bastards who had come for Sam, but his top priority was her safety. To hurt her, they had to find her first.
Greg climbed inside the car and started it. “Any luck?”
“No. I got her voicemail.” Her tone was full of dread. “Greg, do you think we could go back . . . just to see if she’s okay?”
“No!” Greg said emphatically. Every time he thought of Brooke’s house his instincts went ballistic, warnings of danger flashing like police lights.
“But—”
“No, Sam. We have to leave. Now!”
Sam nodded, looking resigned. They’d agreed that if this happened, she would heed his instincts if he sensed danger. His radar had saved her life three times already. Not following that advice would be suicide.
Greg pulled out of the parking lot.
“Right or left?” he asked, trying to smile for Sam. He hated to see her upset.
Whenever they’d discussed where to go if this happened, they’d never agreed. He wanted to head to the mountains in Colorado. Sam, to a big city where they could blend in.
“You decide,” she mumbled as she nibbled on her thumbnail, a nervous habit Greg had come to know well.
“I’m sure Brooke is fine,” he said, trying to ease her concern.
“But what about the screaming we heard?”
“Maybe just party excitement.” He knew it was a lame theory, but what else could he say?
She gave him a look that seemed to say I’m not stupid .
“Okay, so maybe it wasn’t party related, but they wouldn’t have hurt anyone. I’m sure they left when they realized we weren’t there.” Greg was counting on that. He hated the thought of anyone getting hurt because of them.
He looked right and left, then in his rearview mirror. “Okay, we’re going west, then.” He started to turn left, but stopped when Sam seized his wrist.
“Wait!” She had a look of deep concentration in her eyes.
“What?”
“Go east,” she
Sam waited in his bare living room, looking worried. She had changed out of her costume and now wore jeans and a long-sleeve shirt.
“Do you think everyone’s okay?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” He honestly had no idea.
They had made a narrow escape and only made it to the next door neighbor’s back yard when all hell broke loose. After making their way down from Brooke’s bedroom window, they’d run like crazy, weaving through backyards and avoiding angry dogs. Throughout their trek, Greg’s hand stayed tight around Sam’s wrist, especially as her sexy devil outfit elicited catcalls from a few jackasses they encountered along the way. They ran until they made it to his apartment, which, thankfully, was only two miles away from Brooke’s house. With the commotion taking place in the front yard, he hadn’t dared go for Sam’s car.
To date, this had been the lamest warning his Keeper instincts had ever given him. Normally, he had more notice and time to get Sam out of harm’s way. But tonight, his mind had been otherwise occupied, which was unforgivable. His carelessness could have cost Sam her life.
Stupid fool! He chided himself again. He’d been doing it for the last twenty minutes.
“Do you have everything?” he asked.
Sam nodded absently. Her mind was elsewhere. He could tell.
“I need to call Brooke,” she said, fumbling for her cell phone.
“You can call her once we get on the road.” He headed out the door.
They had been waiting for this to happen, had packed their bags a while back. Now the time had come, but their preparations hadn’t made them feel any better about leaving.
When they reached the car, Sam climbed in the passenger seat and punched a number in her cell. She slammed the door shut as Greg threw the bags into the trunk. Walking to the driver side door, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, opening his mind and letting his instincts take over. Danger still lingered nearby, but he was now a few steps ahead of it. He wouldn’t mind staying and taking care of the bastards who had come for Sam, but his top priority was her safety. To hurt her, they had to find her first.
Greg climbed inside the car and started it. “Any luck?”
“No. I got her voicemail.” Her tone was full of dread. “Greg, do you think we could go back . . . just to see if she’s okay?”
“No!” Greg said emphatically. Every time he thought of Brooke’s house his instincts went ballistic, warnings of danger flashing like police lights.
“But—”
“No, Sam. We have to leave. Now!”
Sam nodded, looking resigned. They’d agreed that if this happened, she would heed his instincts if he sensed danger. His radar had saved her life three times already. Not following that advice would be suicide.
Greg pulled out of the parking lot.
“Right or left?” he asked, trying to smile for Sam. He hated to see her upset.
Whenever they’d discussed where to go if this happened, they’d never agreed. He wanted to head to the mountains in Colorado. Sam, to a big city where they could blend in.
“You decide,” she mumbled as she nibbled on her thumbnail, a nervous habit Greg had come to know well.
“I’m sure Brooke is fine,” he said, trying to ease her concern.
“But what about the screaming we heard?”
“Maybe just party excitement.” He knew it was a lame theory, but what else could he say?
She gave him a look that seemed to say I’m not stupid .
“Okay, so maybe it wasn’t party related, but they wouldn’t have hurt anyone. I’m sure they left when they realized we weren’t there.” Greg was counting on that. He hated the thought of anyone getting hurt because of them.
He looked right and left, then in his rearview mirror. “Okay, we’re going west, then.” He started to turn left, but stopped when Sam seized his wrist.
“Wait!” She had a look of deep concentration in her eyes.
“What?”
“Go east,” she
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