BOOK 3: Chapter 45: Caught in the Silence
She is still packing, quietly folding and stuffing clothes into a small black duffel bag, when Adrian steps back into the room. The door clicks shut behind him, followed by a low chuckle and that familiar lopsided grin spreading across his face.
“Well,” he says, eyes gleaming, voice low with amusement, “the old man’s still out cold. Snoring like a chainsaw. Wouldn’t even hear a bomb go off.”
Amanda looks up at him, brushing a few damp strands of hair from her flushed face. She exhales sharply through her nose, then grins as she tosses a pair of folded jeans into her own bag. “Good,” she murmurs, voice light but shaky. “Because I’m not in the mood for surprises.”
Adrian walks over to her slowly, not bothering to put on a shirt. He towers over he
