would have known.”
“I agree. It’s most definitely a lie.” Zachary said. “That
leads me to believe that Greg was trying to get Paul to volunteer up information.”
“We’d better evacuate,” Elsie stammered out.
“No,” Zachary said firmly. “Let’s assume for a moment that
the Bidells are spies working for Rawlings. They would be watching for persons
of interest or particular people. Ms. Montgomery would definitely fall into
that category. These other crossers are inconsequential to them. The Bidells
wouldn’t blow their cover for just anybody. Paul told Greg that his crosser was
male. If Greg was digging for info, he didn’t get it. It may be the reason we
haven’t been questioned yet. We can’t evacuate. It would raise red flags.”
Elsie put her face in her hands as if her head hurt. “So we
stay put and pretend nothing is wrong or suspicious?”
“Right. We’ll go ahead and try to find placements for all
seven of our crossers, but no one leaves till the heat subsides.”
“And what if we’re raided?” Martha asked.
“Then we follow protocol. I believe we should all assume the
Bidell family is not to be trusted.” Zachary said to Martha, “Go update Sam.
Oh and one more thing, we must all refer to Sierra as Sara. Make sure Sam and
Paul both understand this perfectly. One slip-up could cost her her life.” And
all of ours, too.
Chapter 6
Paul lay still as stone on the bed. The awkwardness of the
situation was far worse than he’d imagined it would be. After being down in the
crawlspace with Sierra and feeling her body pressed close against his, he
couldn’t get his mind off her.
Sierra, on the other hand, slept like a rock. Her exhausting
day had taken its toll on her, and she had crashed after her bath.
Paul didn’t want to fall asleep for fear he would wake up in
an awkward position or worse. He looked over at her sleeping form. The small
amount of light spilling into the room danced across her face, highlighting her
bone structure. Paul hadn’t ever seen a girl as beautiful as she was. It was
easy to see why Victor Rawlings wanted to marry her.
Sierra readjusted in her sleep and turned her head toward
Paul. Their faces were mere inches apart. All he had to do was reach out with his
hand, and he could feel her silky soft skin. It angered him once again to think
about Reginald damaging her perfect body.
The more Paul thought about her injuries, the more he
realized that not once during the whole day had she complained about her back
or legs. Her ankle had her wincing when she tried to walk on it, which she
wasn’t supposed to do, but other than that, if Paul hadn’t actually seen the
injuries, he wouldn’t have believed she had them. How does someone block out
pain like that? Paul was nothing short of amazed at the girl lying next to him.
Paul eventually fell asleep and awoke to the smell of bacon.
Nothing quite like the smell of bacon. It wakes the senses, clears the mind,
and makes the stomach growl. Paul heard the growl. He opened his eyes to see
Sierra staring back at him.
“Good morning, Paul,” she smiled seductively.
Paul reasoned with himself. She probably didn’t mean to send
a seductive signal. He had only read it as such. “Did you sleep well?” he
asked.
“Yes. I’ve been awake for a little while.”
“You have? Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Sorry. I didn’t think you would want me to.”
Paul sat up and stretched his back. He looked back over his
shoulder at Sierra to see her eyes on him.
“Paul, did I do … anything, or say … anything last night
that made you uncomfortable?”
“No. Did I?”
“No.”
“Well, good. We survived our first real night together.”
“Right, that’s good.” She smiled. Her hair was spread on her
pillow in wavy piles.
Paul stood up and was walking to the bedroom door when he
heard the doorbell ring. Sierra shot straight up and scooted off the bed. He
had the trap door opened
“I agree. It’s most definitely a lie.” Zachary said. “That
leads me to believe that Greg was trying to get Paul to volunteer up information.”
“We’d better evacuate,” Elsie stammered out.
“No,” Zachary said firmly. “Let’s assume for a moment that
the Bidells are spies working for Rawlings. They would be watching for persons
of interest or particular people. Ms. Montgomery would definitely fall into
that category. These other crossers are inconsequential to them. The Bidells
wouldn’t blow their cover for just anybody. Paul told Greg that his crosser was
male. If Greg was digging for info, he didn’t get it. It may be the reason we
haven’t been questioned yet. We can’t evacuate. It would raise red flags.”
Elsie put her face in her hands as if her head hurt. “So we
stay put and pretend nothing is wrong or suspicious?”
“Right. We’ll go ahead and try to find placements for all
seven of our crossers, but no one leaves till the heat subsides.”
“And what if we’re raided?” Martha asked.
“Then we follow protocol. I believe we should all assume the
Bidell family is not to be trusted.” Zachary said to Martha, “Go update Sam.
Oh and one more thing, we must all refer to Sierra as Sara. Make sure Sam and
Paul both understand this perfectly. One slip-up could cost her her life.” And
all of ours, too.
Chapter 6
Paul lay still as stone on the bed. The awkwardness of the
situation was far worse than he’d imagined it would be. After being down in the
crawlspace with Sierra and feeling her body pressed close against his, he
couldn’t get his mind off her.
Sierra, on the other hand, slept like a rock. Her exhausting
day had taken its toll on her, and she had crashed after her bath.
Paul didn’t want to fall asleep for fear he would wake up in
an awkward position or worse. He looked over at her sleeping form. The small
amount of light spilling into the room danced across her face, highlighting her
bone structure. Paul hadn’t ever seen a girl as beautiful as she was. It was
easy to see why Victor Rawlings wanted to marry her.
Sierra readjusted in her sleep and turned her head toward
Paul. Their faces were mere inches apart. All he had to do was reach out with his
hand, and he could feel her silky soft skin. It angered him once again to think
about Reginald damaging her perfect body.
The more Paul thought about her injuries, the more he
realized that not once during the whole day had she complained about her back
or legs. Her ankle had her wincing when she tried to walk on it, which she
wasn’t supposed to do, but other than that, if Paul hadn’t actually seen the
injuries, he wouldn’t have believed she had them. How does someone block out
pain like that? Paul was nothing short of amazed at the girl lying next to him.
Paul eventually fell asleep and awoke to the smell of bacon.
Nothing quite like the smell of bacon. It wakes the senses, clears the mind,
and makes the stomach growl. Paul heard the growl. He opened his eyes to see
Sierra staring back at him.
“Good morning, Paul,” she smiled seductively.
Paul reasoned with himself. She probably didn’t mean to send
a seductive signal. He had only read it as such. “Did you sleep well?” he
asked.
“Yes. I’ve been awake for a little while.”
“You have? Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Sorry. I didn’t think you would want me to.”
Paul sat up and stretched his back. He looked back over his
shoulder at Sierra to see her eyes on him.
“Paul, did I do … anything, or say … anything last night
that made you uncomfortable?”
“No. Did I?”
“No.”
“Well, good. We survived our first real night together.”
“Right, that’s good.” She smiled. Her hair was spread on her
pillow in wavy piles.
Paul stood up and was walking to the bedroom door when he
heard the doorbell ring. Sierra shot straight up and scooted off the bed. He
had the trap door opened
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