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The guy gets up with the gun back in his hand. Damn! I should have gone for it but in the scramble to get away, I forgot about it.
“Enough!”
Before he can point it at me and take aim, his body is jerking and red blooms out spreading widely on the front of his shirt. He looks just as stunned about it as I am. He turns and starts to raise his hand with the gun in it again but again doesn’t get it up high enough to be any danger before another shot is fired and he’s falling to the floor. When he does, it clears the way so I can see Gareth behind him. He holsters his gun and comes running over to my side.
“Are you okay, baby?”
I nod and grab hold of his hand, “The other guy…,”
“I took care of him and left him handcuffed to a metal pipe in the garage. Then I realized the other one wasn’t with him so I came right back but by the time I got up here the two of you were on the floor wrestling around and I couldn’t get a clear shot.”
“I did the things you taught us.”
His face breaks into a big grin, “I saw. Are you alright?”
“I was so worried about you. He knocked and I thought it was you so when I opened the door to find him…he said his partner was ‘taking care’ of you. I was so scared.”
He takes my mouth in a kiss and then the room explodes with people and noise as Waylen and Gareth’s captain come in. Gareth picks me up off the floor and comes to sit with me in his lap on the couch. His hands flit across my body in an attempt to confirm to himself that I am unhurt.
“Guy’s being taken in as we speak. And he’s singing like a songbird. We might have told him his partner’s making a full confession and laying all the blame on him.” The captain looks down at the guy lying in a puddle of his own blood, “Not that he’s going to be saying much of anything. But the other one doesn’t know that.”
When everything is said and done and we can leave, Gareth and I once again get in the car and drive to a small bed and breakfast in town. The woman behind the counter comes around it and makes her way over to us, smiling broadly.
“Gareth. I already got the place ready for you.” She runs her eyes up and down the two of us and hands him the keys.
With the way the woman looks and how young she is, it’s hard not to think the two might have some history together. How un-fucking-comfortable! And then the woman is giving me a full megawatt smile before leaning closer to Gareth.
“She’s beautiful, Gareth. Don’t fuck this up!”
Her words have my eyes turning up to meet his in question. He shakes his head and smiles. “She’s my childhood neighbor. A couple of months back she had some trouble with the inn and me and Waylen helped her out.” He gives her serious eyes but behind the seriousness is still a smile. “Quit flirting with my woman, Abby.”
“Hey if you don’t treat her right…”
“Someone else will. Don’t think I’m not already trying to make sure no one ever has the chance.”
He takes me by the hand and leads me to the back of the house before I can ask what that actually means. Through the door and a little way past a quaint little garden is a small house. Gareth uses the keys to let us in and shuts and locks the door behind us.
“What…,” I take in the place. It’s cute and tiny with a small kitchenette and a little living room area. The biggest thing in the room is the bed. “What are we doing here?”
“We needed to get away from all the crap following us around. I figured taking a few days off will be well appreciated.”
“A…couple of days?” Is that the amount of time we have left, a couple of days? Will he be gone after those couple of days now that we aren’t ‘undercover’ anymore?
He nods and takes my hands to pull me over to the bed.
Chapter Seventeen
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Gareth
She looks from me to the bed and curls her lips around her teeth. I don’t need to be a very observant detective to realize this is one of the things she does when she’s nervous or upset. But why is she nervous or upset? Is she worried about something else other than the men who were trying to kill her? Is she hurt somehow and just not telling me?
I pull her over to the bed and sit her down. It’s a long time before either one of us says anything.
“Why did you think I was pregnant, before, um, everything happened?”
“I got a phone call from someone who said she was your best friend and wanted me to know you were pregnant. She thought it was important I was aware of the baby.”
