Chapter 18
“I think we’re safe,” Will said, and Rosemary slowly eased her grip on his fingers.
She looked around the living room, her face still pale. Because it was two hours earlier here in California, the sun hadn’t quite gone down yet, and there was enough light remaining that it was easy enough to see surroundings that were happily familiar to him — and hopefully, would be soon for her as well.
“Are you sure?” she said. “What if he tries to follow us?”
“And leave a house full of party guests?”
She planted her hands on the hips of her pretty, lacy gown — although he noticed she still had her evening bag clenched under one arm — and shot him a disbelieving look. “Do you really think Daniel Lockwood is going to care about his guests when someone’s just walked off with the hard drive
