Rx Missing (Decorah Security Series, Book #10): A Paranormal Romantic Suspense Novel by Rebecca York Page A

gathered that the place was a hush-hush biotech company.
    What did that have to do with Mack Bradley? Could his brother actually be there?
    Grant fought to quash the surge of hope bubbling up inside himself. It could be that the number was totally unrelated to the Mack Bradley case. But that seemed unlikely, since the operative had taken all the identifying evidence out of his wallet except this one piece of contact information.
    The only way Grant was going to find out anything was to go there. And put his life in danger again?
    Yeah, because that was the only lead he had.
    But when he started to shove the paper with the phone number into his pocket, he realized he was wearing the pair of Bermuda shorts and tee shirt he’d just bought. His next stop was a discount department store where he bought a dark tee shirt and pants plus clean underwear, shoes and socks. No point in squishing around in wet footwear when you were sneaking up on guys who wanted to kill you.
    It gave him some satisfaction to use money from the dead guy’s wallet to pay for the purchases. Then he returned to his car and took the spare handgun out of the trunk.
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    Lily tried to relax, but she could feel the tension building inside her as if a little man were sitting at a control panel inside her and relentlessly messing with her vital signs.
    Mack turned his head toward her. “What?”
    She swallowed hard. “Like I said before, this is all moving pretty fast for me. Are you going to be . . . angry if I say I need some time alone?”
    “By ‘all’—do you mean the mystery of the Mirador Hotel? Or our . . . relationship?”
    “Everything,” she said in a small voice.
    “Okay.” Pulling the covers aside, he stepped out of bed and began picking his clothing off the floor. He was dressed in his jeans and tee shirt in under a minute.
    “I can meet you downstairs in a while,” he said.
    She felt instantly guilty for effectively kicking him out—and feeling relieved that he was willing to give her some space.
    “Yes. Good,” she answered, hoping she sounded more casual than uptight. “Probably we don’t want to come down together and give everyone something to talk about.”
    Before he left, he looked toward the window. “Does it ever get dark here?” he suddenly asked.
    “What?”
    “Does it get dark here?” he repeated.
    The question took her by surprise, but she managed to answer, “How would I know?”
    He shrugged. “Just trying to figure the place out.”
    Did she even know the answer? She’d thought she would only be here a few hours and that she would keep her interactions to a minimum. That plan hadn’t worked out quite the way she’d assumed, and now every second in the hotel had started to weigh too heavily on her.
    She waited with her heart pounding as Mack walked down the hall to the living room, then exited the suite. She sat up, counting to a hundred to make sure he wasn’t going to come back. Finally she climbed out of bed and pulled on her panties, bra and blouse. There was really no point in getting dressed, but she didn’t want someone—Mack—to find she’d gone with half her clothing still here. As she pulled on her slacks, she wondered what he was going to think when he found out she wasn’t in the hotel.
    Standing beside the bed, she clenched her hands into fists, feeling trapped and wishing she’d planned this whole thing better. When Mack figured out she’d vanished, he’d be angry. And hurt. Could she come back and explain who she was and why she’d come here? Or would it already be too late?
    She looked toward the living room. She’d like to lock the damn door, but she’d already found out that wouldn’t do her any good. And if she dragged a chair in front of the door, that was going to come across as majorly suspicious.
    With her heart pounding, she went back to the place where she’d been headed when Mack had first come in—the closet, with the secret piece of equipment that wasn’t in any