When Tomorrow Ends by Cyndi Raye

said. “Thank you for giving Sara space. I can’t believe the colors washed off of her so quick!” When she snuggled up to Jake, her breasts fit tight against his chest. He moaned. She looked up at him. “Want to call it a night as well?”
     
    He nodded. They had a long way to go home. As they turned to leave, Maggie saw the sweetest thing. “Look at them,” she urged the others. Josh found an umbrella somewhere and held it over Sara’s head. He wrapped his arms around her as they made their way down the street. “I could write another best seller with that scene.”
     
    Jake laughed. He nudged her ear and whispered in his low, sexy voice. “We need to go write our own, right now. I can’t wait any longer.”
     
    “It’s gonna be a long ride home,” she whispered back.
     
    “Perfect. That will give me time to fantasize about what I’ll do to your painted body,” he said before he opened the car door for her. His stormy eyes made her shiver. It would be a long ride back, plus Abby and Jon were in the back seat.
     
    Maggie let out the biggest sigh ever.
     

Chapter 10
     
    How great it would be for everything to fall in place. Except when they made it home after they dropped Jon and Abby off, there was a bright light in Jake’s kitchen. “Did you leave the light on again?” Maggie asked.
     
    “Not that I can remember.” He drove the camaro in the garage when the automatic door opened. A loud bang and some scraping noises came from the bungalow. Jake jumped out of the car in one smooth movement and held up his hand. “Stay here Maggie! Call 911. I think someone is in the house.”
     
    Fear clutched at Maggie’s heart. “Don’t go in, Jake. Wait with me while I call the police.” She pushed the numbers and looked up to find Jake gone.
     
    “911.”
     
    “Yes, there’s a break in at our house.” Maggie gave the address and hung up before the responder could ask any more questions. She was not about to let Jake go in there alone! Where was Jax? He should be barking, but she didn’t hear him at all.
     
    The burglars had to see the headlights and hear them pull in to the garage, she thought. Unless they were in the bungalow. Then they wouldn’t be able to see any lights from inside. But why were Jake’s lights on too, unless there was more than one person. Maggie grabbed a shovel from the garden tool shed in the corner of the garage. She tip-toed through the back door and made her way around the back of the house, towards her bungalow.
     
    A dark form almost ploughed in to her and she stuck the shovel out in front. The person bounced off the shovel and stopped, then pushed it aside along with Maggie. She lost her step and almost fell. “Hey, you! Stop! Jake!”
     
    He came around the side of the house, grabbed the form and threw him up against the wall. It was a teenager who cried out not to hurt him. Jake shook him. “What are you doing in my house?” he demanded, his voice low.
     
    The teen’s eyes were as wide as a saucer. “I made a delivery here. I’m not doing anything wrong.”
     
    A noise in the back yard near the docks made Jake swing his head that way. “Who’s back there?”
     
    “I, I don’t know. It’s some guy who paid me fifty bucks to drop off a package upstairs. He said the door would be open and to put it in the kitchen on the stove.”
     
    “Hold it right there.” Two uniformed policemen made their way through the gate, guns drawn, eyes cautious.
     
    Maggie snapped. “Put them away.” When they did at her command, she realized it was because they recognized Jake. They shook his hand and stared at the boy.
     
    “What’s going on Jake?”
     
    “I caught this kid running out the door. I came home and the upstairs light was on. He says someone paid him to drop off a package. Not sure if he’s lying. You may want to take him in to question him. Either way, he trespassed on my property.”
     
    The officer nodded and placed the teen under arrest.