FOURTEEN
JUST UNDER TWO HOURS LATER, at the first rumble of an engine, she vaulted onto her feet. Was it him? How could she tell? Even peeking through the closed blinds didn’t help. The light obviously came from headlights, but she couldn’t see anything beyond their glare.
When the vehicle pulled around in front of the Beast, she scrambled to the living room, eager to check who was out there.
Daire got out of the driving seat. Relief took on new meaning. With the g*n still in her hand, she leaped out of the Beast and ran around to where he was crouched between truck and trailer.
“Get in the truck,” he said before she could utter a word, taking the g*n from her hand to put it back in his waistband.
“Want me to help? Everything is secure inside.” Because she hadn’t really touched or mov
