She turns off the angle grinder, sets it on the workbench, and shoves her safety glasses up onto her forehead. She won’t even look me in the eye.
Yep, I’m doing a bang-up job of making her hate me.
Don’t worry, princess. The finale is coming.
“What kind of company?”
I shake my head rather than answer her.
“Is my brother here?”
The trace of excitement in her tone slays me, but reinforces that I’m doing the right thing. The only thing I can.
“No.”
Her expression falls and she props her hands on her hips, finally lifting her dark gaze to my face. “Who, then?”
My phone buzzes again, and I know my time is up.
“Mount,” I say as I stride toward the lockbox that controls the overhead door. “Now, get behind that metal wall. I’m not risking you being taken out by someone if they brought a tail.”
38
Temperance
“I’m not risking you being taken out ...”
His harsh words scrape me raw. This is what my life has become.
I edge behind the solid steel wall that Kane obviously put here for a purpose. Probably so he could use it for cover if he ever had to shoot at someone driving in through the reinforced garage door that’s opening as I hide.
Mount is here.
I should have expected him to come, and I’m not sure why I didn’t. Keira said they were coming back, and I should have assumed, as problem number one in the company, Mount would come take care of me.
Take care of me.
My blood turns icy.
Is he going to kill me? Have I become that much of a nuisance that I’m better off dead? Is he going to punish me for the trouble my brother has caused?
My heart slams with terrified beat after beat as the possibilities race through my brain. I immediately try to justify my way out of this.
Keira wouldn’t let him. He already said he’d make sure I was safe. If he didn’t care if I was dead, he wouldn’t have sent Kane to me.
Right?
Unfortunately, I have no idea how to answer that question.
The only thing I know for sure is that Kane won’t let him hurt me, no matter what. He may not want me, but he won’t let anything happen to me.
I inhale slowly, trying to remain calm, and tell myself this isn’t going to turn into a shootout that ends in bloodshed.Please, God. Don’t let that happen.
Two car doors slam and the overhead door closes as I send up the prayer.
“Where is she?”
“Busy.”