Protected (Deadly Secrets Book 3) by Elisabeth Naughton

Author:Elisabeth Naughton [Naughton, Elisabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
ISBN: 9781503900783
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2018-03-19T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Kelsey paced in the drive of the rundown house, the fingers of one hand pressed against her lips, the other hand wrapped around her waist as the sun sank low on the horizon and she fought to keep from freaking out.

Hunt had already called the police by the time she’d gone inside looking for him, and a sea of county and FBI vehicles now lined the driveway and narrow road beyond. She hadn’t stayed inside long before exiting to get fresh air, but what she’d seen in that small time frame had been enough.

There was no question those texts were meant for her. Her stomach rolled all over again, and she breathed deep, fighting back the nausea. She just didn’t understand why. Or who, really. She didn’t know anyone here. She didn’t know anyone named Foster.

Gravel crunched somewhere close, and she breathed even deeper, fighting not to lose her lunch in front of some poor, unsuspecting police officer.

“Hey,” Hunt said softly at her back. “You okay?”

The sound of his voice calmed her in a way she didn’t want to overanalyze right now. She was simply thankful he was here.

She turned toward him and brushed the hair back from her face. “Not really.”

“Come here.” He moved into her, and when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and closed her into the heat of his body, she didn’t stop him because she absolutely needed this right now.

She closed her eyes and slid her arms around his waist, breathing in the familiar scent of him as she pressed her cheek to his chest. God, this felt good. Safe. Right. She didn’t want to question why. She just wanted more.

She tightened her arms around his waist, and he took the cue, holding her closer. Against her ear, he whispered that everything was going to be okay, that she was safe, that no one could get to her, but words of reassurance weren’t what she needed. What she needed was him. A solid, calming presence in her life, just as he’d always been.

Feeling steadier, she finally released him. For a second she didn’t think he was going to let her go, which she absolutely loved, but then he released her. Telling herself to keep it together, to stay tough, she brushed the hair back from her face and looked up at him. But it took every bit of strength she had not to close herself off from him like she normally would.

“What’s happening in there?” she asked, fighting for normal when it was the last thing she felt.

He raked a hand through his hair and glanced back toward the house where a couple of law enforcement personnel stood on the decaying front porch, deep in conversation. “The deed for the property’s in the name of Graham Foster. They’re gathering fingerprints. There’s no sign of the guy. Place looks like it’s been empty for a couple of days.”

She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. A couple of days was plenty of time to get up to Oregon and set that bomb.

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