Holding Fire by April Hunt

Author:April Hunt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2017-03-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Trey rolled from the makeshift bed he and Elle had made in front of the fireplace and got to his feet. At some point in the last few hours, the fire had died, and each breath created a white halo around his head—a stark contrast to when he’d fallen asleep with a very warm Elle blanketed over his chest.

Damn. He could still feel the warmth of her body pressed against his, despite the fact that she was MIA. He was about to find his personal furnace when the satellite phone shrieked from the kitchen table.

“Any word on the asshole?” Trey answered in lieu of a normal greeting.

“Good morning to you, too, love.” Charlie’s voice dripped sarcasm from the other side of the line. “Wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? Or did you even make it into one?”

“Charlie,” Trey warned.

“Oh, lighten up, Hanson. Stone has me practically chained to the computer, so I need to get my thrills in where I can. Trust me, thinking about your sex life isn’t my first choice of ways to catch a thrill.”

“How’s my ma?” He peeked into the bedroom, even though his gut told him Elle wasn’t there.

“Not as unobservant or as easily distracted as Stone would like. But I guess when you see your only son haul arse up a hill with a gun in his hand, and then he disappears, you tend to have questions.”

Trey rubbed his hand over his face. He knew through years of first-hand experience how relentless his mother could be when she was determined. “How bad is it?”

“The guys started drawing straws to see whose turn it is to be on Mama Hanson protection duty. Loser gets the detail—and the foodie equivalent of blue balls, because she goes on a cooking spree and won’t let any of them have a bite.”

That was bad, because his mom lived for feeding people. The larger the audience, the happier she was. “I’ll call her and try to smooth things over, but it’s not like I can answer any of her questions. And speaking of answers, do we have any idea how that asshole found Elle at the youth center?”

“Not a one, and he vanished like he’s a bloody ghost, which makes me even more convinced he has some kind of military background, but I’m not giving up. I’ll track him down.”

“I know you will.” Trey trudged back through the kitchen and glimpsed out the back window—and froze.

Elle, snow nearly up to her knees thanks to last night’s squall, wielded an ax like a sexy Paul Bunyan. Swing. Thwack. And back again. The woman swung it like it was her life’s mission to bring heat to the northern half of the continent.

“Keep me updated, okay? And tell Stone that I’ll try to calm the water with my ma, but not to expect any miracles.”

“You’re trying to rush me off the phone,” Charlie said astutely.

“Damn right I am.” Trey chuckled. “Updates,” he reminded before signing off.

After watching Elle scare away the wildlife for a full ten minutes, Trey changed and pulled on his boots.

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